#white mouse tail

[shironezuninja]

“When Nezu-Chan ups his rating equivalent to TMNT The Last Ronin, maybe I’ll acknowledge him again”, says Moody Shirakage.

[forestfeeling]

Some of my favorite trail cam captures from Field School - Ontario, June 2023

[starheart-blog]

Any few fun facts about Ruby's Friends? :^

Well...

Fun fact about Goaty: Goaty's family have all different horns shapes, Body Shapes, sizes and styles.

Fun fact about John Bill The Wolf: John Bill The Wolf was once in Luna's gang but Luna didn't want him to suffer about watching other Suffer...so...she told him to Protect Ruby so he did and does.

[hasellia]

Being Australian, I was afraid of spiders once. But after learning there's only about 5 spiders that are actually deadly here and how to identify them, I've lost a lot of my fear. Well that and:

Living with a house spider in my window and watching her go about her life for half a year.

Having to sleep with a huntsman about a foot away from my face for a night. I'd wake up after about an hour of sleep, and she would still be there, perfectly still, exactly where she was before. Until she left around about 5PM when the sun rose. She didn't jump, sprint or bite. She calmly walked behind my furniture, & I never saw her again.

And now;

Deadly Aussie Spider Identification chart below, yahoo!

[cricketchirp]

World Spinning Out of Control, Naturally

If it seems like the world is spinning out of control, that’s because it is . . . on so many levels in so many ways. Even some things I’ve witnessed of late in the great outdoors don’t make sense. Two weeks ago I sent this email message to my friend, an incredible naturalist, hunter, forester, David Sears. Dave knows everything and has taught me so much over the years. Here’s the message:…

[writingoddess1125]

Honeymoon Demon

What do you do when you're bored in a lecture? You write smut of course!

Kurt Wagner x Female Reader

Warning: Smut - Plain and simple, lots of it.

Hehehe I like the fuzzy blue man-

Not Proof Read, Shooting this out in class. Have fun

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You should have seen this coming- You really really should have..

They always say watch out for the innocent ones, you had always laughed it off especially since it was about Kurt of all people! He was so kind and generous, a heart of true gold and even a man who swore off premarital sex for his faith and respect he had for you.

The darling sweet German X-Men who had nestled his way into your heart and swept you off your feet as his wife.

He had been all soft words and sweet kisses when he carried you to the expensive honeymoon suite he had booked- a beautiful private cabin in the German Alps surrounded by pretty trees and mountains far from others.

Completely Secluded-

Oh you really really should have seen this coming...

How now that sweet husband of yours was currently between your legs and leaving you a moaning mess-

"K-Kurt!~"

You sob out, your thighs shaking around your now husband's head as you held onto his dark curly hair for dear life-

His callous hands holding your thighs firmly in place on his shoulders as he wrapped his lips around you, his tongue dragging up your folds before he tucked himself into you, His nose pressing into your clit as he seemed to hum in delight at your taste.

As if he had mapped your body out before hand he seemed to know each spot to hit- Those delicate little buttons that had forced the first orgasm from you, making you yank at his hair to try and break free from his mouth.

"P-Please I- Fuck!"

Broken moans barely able to leave you as you felt the crashing waves of your second orgasm already starting to climb through you. Feeling him pull back for a brief second, allowing a short breath to catch in your lungs of some small relief- Before you feel him wrap his lips around your clit and suck, his yellow eyes peering up at you as he did so.

Your head thrown back into the plush bed below, as a broken moan is forced through your throat. Clenching your legs about Kurt's head as you came- in most cases you'd been embarrassed by how fast you'd come undone, However those thoughts fell fast as you are rendered a whimpering mess barely able to think straight.

He pulled his head back as he moved to his full height staring at his work.

The pretty white sundress he had picked out for you- which you thought was just a sweet gesture in reality was really a gift wrapping for himself. Pulled up to your stomach showing your shaking thighs and cunt which made him give a fanged grin.

"I've waited so long for you" He all but growled, licking his lips clean of you as he stared at your quivering form on the rose petal covered bed.

"Night after Night Mein Liebling. I counted down to when I could have you"

Crawling up your form a almost impish look on his face as you looked to Kurt with wide eyes. Face flushed as he settled between your legs, his tail swaying behind him like a very pleased cat having gotten a mouse between their paws about to eat them alive-

A realization hitting you..

Oh dear God You're the mouse-

You're the fucking Mouse!

"And Now I can~"

You look up to him, seeing the Cheshire like smile on his lips His hands gripping your hips then as he pulled you flushed against his still pants self- a whimper leaving you at the fabric hitting your still sensitive core.

Leaning down he captured your lips in a heated kiss, you couldn't help but blush as the taste of yourself fills yojr senses. The brush of Kurt's fangs against your tongue as he dominated your lips- You feel his hands reach up and pull the front of the dress down just enough to palm your breast and knead them carefully, Sweet soft moans leaving past your lips at the soft actions.

Your hand drifts down to his waist band, giving them only a soft tug- However he got the message fast. His tail undoing the button of his pants kicking them off quickly, Paired with his underwear which was flicked away by his tail.

Pulling back briefly from the kiss he looks at you, giving a brught smile as he pulled off his shirt last. Leaving him bare before you which had you blushing when you looked down- Cause God Damn, This blue elf was Packing! Sure you expected as much seeing how he jumped around in a skin tight suit for his job, However this was a bit different. Standing proud amongst the dark indigo curls, easily a solid 9 inches of bright blu-

"You're staring Liebling"

He said, Snapping you from your wide eyed stare and mental analysis of your husbands cock, Your face turning bright red at this. He giggled at the look on your face clearly amused by it. Kurt hands started to gently run over your legs up your thighs clearly just admiring the feel of you under his palm- mapping them out to memory, you instinctively widening your legs at the gentle action. Kurt clearly wanting to go further as he met your eyes wanting permission it seems. You couldn't help but feel your chest flutter at the soft look on his face, nodded softly for him to continue.

Smiling he moved in back to his close slot between your legs stroking his cock a few times, Before slowly pressing into you.

His head rolled back as he let a hiss leave him, You could have swore you saw smoke leave his mouth. Your head pressing into the soft pillow below your head as you felt the slow ache of each inch press into you deeper and deeper- Almost painfully slow as you felt the stretch of him.

Before his hips snapped forward- A pleasured sigh leaves your lips as he bottoms out a as hiss leaving Kurt, mumbling softly in german to himself. Taking a few moments for the two of you to adjust to each other, connected on a completely different level now.

Rolling his hips forward slowly after a moment, as if testing the waters and watching your face closely. Seemingly pleased with the soft moan that broke through yohr lips.

Kurt grasped your hips tighter, Taking in the image of you below him. That pretty white sundress pulled up over your hips, and down just under your bust, your legs snug around him, that quickened breath with a deep blush over your face while also laid on the rose petal covered bed.

He couldn't paint a prettier picture if he tried-

Slowly pulling out he was gentle to thrust back in- Hearing that sweet sound leave your lips like a damn reward. His pace starting to pick up as he saw your face twist up in pleasure.

The tight grip he had and the way he seemed to expertly thrust into you had you swimming- you gripping the blankets hard. It was good- It was too damn good. Him hitting your g-spot with damn near painful accuracy with each thrust had you withering and moaning helplessly.

Your body bouncing and jolting with each building hit that sent your head spinning- It wasn't long before he wasn't holding back, Kurt's hips slamming into you- Feeling already the sting lf your inner thighs from the force but it could t even measure to the building pleasure. His name tumbling from your lips as you arched and moaned from under him. Still feeling far too close to a building orgasm from him forcing you to cum twice before this.

Kurt however could only feel you- Think of you- Everything of you as he felt you tightly. Burying himself into you damn near recklessly as he chased those sweet noises of yours, eyes casting down on the way he slid in and out of you.

Hypnotic - Eroctic?

All of the above.

He saw the way you curled and moaned out to him, with each powerful thrust that made you come undone however he saw how your body was starting to slide away from him. Having accidently starting to fuck you up the bed. Growling a bit under his breath as he pulled you back under him hard- Hearing the surprised noise you made which made him pause.

Already seeing the light bruises forming on your hips from his grip he released you before he paused his thrust momentarily making you look up at him confused at his actions as he shoved a pillow under your head and pudhed the two of you up higher on the bed right to the top.

Where he reached up grabbing the ornate headboard with both hands,

Hard.

Your body trapped now between Kurt and the Fluffy pillow being the only thing protecting you from the headboard he was now holding.

The sight was intense- A flutter of warmth coursing through your system as you looked up at him, not knowing that this moment could get hotter.

But God damn it did..

Kurt doesn't hold back this time, Pulling out all the way to the tip before thrusting back into you with a brutal pace.

"Fuck!~"

You couldn't help but scream out, back arched as your hand flies up pressing on the headboard as the other digs into Kurt's shoulder.

Kurt grinning at this as he kept his pace, Watching the glazed over look in your eyes starting to take place. Not even controlling your voice as your cried out-

Legs already shaking as he felt you so close so soon-

Before he suddently stopped once more- A frustrated cry leaving you as you look up teary eyed as you were met with a fake sweet smile as Kurt stared down at you. Still pressed deeply inside of you but not moving, cooing down at you.

"Now My Darling, I do not wish to break you. But do You want more?~"

He asked, So sweetly but clearly his voice strained and heavy. You knowing damn well he was just fucking with you at this point-

"YesYesYes!"

You can only cry out begging really- Which is what he wanted. Kurt tail wrapping around your ankle and drawing it up and out to your chest- a broken moan escaping from you as he started up his thrust once more, Making you feel him almost to your lungs with how he had you.

His pace was brutal, like he was molding your body to be for him only. Ruining you to the point you had to be his forever.

Sobs of bliss ripping through you as you grasp onto him with both hands now as you could care less about the headboard barely being covered by the crumbled pillow.

Too much, Almost mind numbingly too much.

That building orgasm wrapping around you like it was choking you as you sob Kurt's name out, Hearing him groan above you at your voice and tightening walls. It took only one more hard thrust, rolling his hips into you as you felt his body go flush against your clit for you to come undone. Cumming around his cock as you dug your nails into his shoulders for dear- Spots filling your vision. However he didn't let up from your blissed out state.

No, He went faster-

Broken barely registered moans left you as he fucked your through your shattering orgasm, leaving your shaking damn near jelly like legs only being supported by Kurts own will on your body.

Your husband face started to twist up from what you can even see through your half lidded eyes, a damn near snarl on his face as he whispered out your name- His hips starting to falter and grow uneven slowing down as he felt his own orgasm finally hit him- A deep growl leaving him.

Kurt slamming into you hard as he came, His legs staggering only slightly as he let his body hang a bit from above you- Hands still tightly grasping the headboard as he caught his breath. Looking at your blissed out face below, body still twitching and tightening around his cock. His tail releasing your still raised leg feeling it slide down in its rightful place next to his waist.

"So pretty Engel~"

He purred out, Panting heavily as he looked at you, Already feeling himself getting hard again while still nestled inside you. Purring at the whimper that left you at the feeling- in the back of whatever thoughts you could formulate at this point you blamed the countless stamina training he constantly did for his fast bounce back.

You barely caught the gleam in his eyes as he released his grasp on the headboard- Staring you down as he placed a sloppy kiss on your lips-

Feeling him slowly roll his hips into you to earn a sweet moan which he swallowed down hungrily.

"My sweet little wife~"

He spoke against your lips, his accent heavy as he pulled back to trail down your neck leaving little bites and kisses- Savoring each little noise you made.

"Making pretty noises for me, I can continue if you'd want~"

He purred, rolling his hips tightly against you- Feeling your legs shake again at the single action and a whimpered moan leave you again. Kurt moving back to meet your gaze once again, Those yellow orbs almost hypnotic in your state of mind.

"Only have to say it~"

He whispered to you. Hands on either side of your head caging you in, seeing how you could barely string together a sentence.

"Y-Yes~ Please-e"

You manage out barely with a soft lazy nod, Not even reconizing your own voice between the whimpers and gasp of still coming down from before and the sugary sweet manipulation of your husband above you.

Kurt carefully pulling out of you before fast hands flipped you on your belly and hips up- you ignoring the cool air on your cunt which was quickly replaced by Kurts cum dripping down from the presenting position he had you in.

You heard the back of the dress you had forgotten you were in tear open and tossed away from your body. Soft kisses placed on your shoulder blade making you give a hum in delight at the sweet feeling.

Rolling back up he carefully feeling him place a single hand on your upper back pushing you down further into the mattress and the other on your hip to keep you up as he entered you once more, A gurgled cry managing to leave you as your face pressed into the mattress. Gripping into the soft cotton fabric as the smell of roses filled your senses.

Eyes rolled back as you feel each push and pull of his cock- Damn near rendering you useless. His hips flush against you as he thrust far too deep making you squeak and light pitch moans leave you.

The sound of the bed creaking harshly under you couldn't drown out the noises slipping through your parted lips. Nor the muffled grunts and groans from Kurt above you as he laid into you.

The noises that were being made were damn near holy- The slaps of wet skin, the far too wet noises of your cunt and the the broken noises you could barely comprehend.

Your body lighting up like you were being caught on fire- head fuzzy and blissed out as you could only feel yourself falling under his whim, You couldn't even tell that you were cumming again till warmth ran down you legs once more. It all melting together like some long drawn or orgasm that your body couldn't shake. No end in sight as you could only let your eyes roll back and mouth hang open.

Kurt watched this, A wicked smile on his face as he saw your head turned to the side as a blissed out look was over your face. The sheen of your skin reminding him of a polished gem as he watched you release a silent scream as you came around him. Tightening like a vice around him which made him stagger.

"Scheiße-" He grumbled, Slowly fucking his cum into you deeper. Holding you still as he panted against you, Leaning down with his chest pressed against your back as he caught his breath. He nibbled on your neck gently, just soaking in those sweet whimpers and breathy moans of yours- too fucked out to think as you laid under him. Feeling only warmth pooling inside of you as he filled you to the brim once more.

His hand moves slowly, from its hold on you. Like a snake through gardens as he settled his find right were you to were still connected, Pressing a finger to your clit and feeling your spent body shiver as you whimpered.

"So good for me schatz~ You took me so well~"

He purred lovingly, feeling how you shook under him, a single diget rubbing soft circles on your over sensitive clit-

Feeling how you jerked your hips from his finger, trying to escape the near painful pleasure that seemed to be invading your senses-.

"I'll make you feel good Schatz~ Always. Is that what you want?~ Nod for me"

He whispered in your ear, continuing his damn near ecstacy inducting actions as he continued to play with your body. You nod rapidly simply by his command not in understanding- Not even able to seeing the toothy grin from Kurt as he nipped your neck as if a reward.

"Sehr Gut~ (Very Good)"

-

You finally opened your eyes, drowsy and groggy Still. Up finally you felt like puddy still, incredibly sore and malleable after you dont even know how long you two had been at it.. But you were sure you needed some sort of water with electrolytes at this point.

Moving slightly you felt something tickle your neck and peel off a random rose petal stuck to you seemingly from the tumble in the sheets.

You look up through the darkness to see the ornate wooden headboard was defiently cracked- He probably used it for a few other rounds, but things seemed a bit blurry in your memory after a certain number of rounds.

Still trying to just get your bearings you look out at the large open window you saw it was pitch black outside even able to see the swirls of stars from how deep in the woods the cabin was.

Wasn't it morning when you two arrived?

Turning you look to see Kurt next to you, seemingly softly asleep as he held you close to him you cuddled up to his side, his tail wrapped around your waist as if to make sure you couldn't wonder- It would have been cute is one thought didn't plauge your mind as you look to your now husband-

How did this seemingly good Catholic boy who grew up in a fucking Circus manage to FUCK you like a AAA Pornstar!?

Half those things you'd only seen in pornos- Good Pornos at that!? Had he been hitting the books or something?! Did these skills come into the Xmen training routine!?

Did someone teach him something?!

Motherfucker broke the goddamn headboard! Turned you into essentially a cocked out mess on the first night!

You doubted he had lied about being a virgin- Especially since he had been so devout, hell you had a catholic ceremony just for him due to his devotion- So you tried to think of HOW he knew how to do these things?

"Again-"

You hear whispered in your ear, turning to meet Kurt's eyes that where now fixed onto you and seemed to glow in the dark cabin room.

"We should go again Schatz~"

This was going to be a very interesting 2 weeks..

[nanaslutt]

GOJO W THE MAKING OUT COVERTLY DURING A MISSION TROPE PLSSSPLSPLS

contains: fem reader, third-year Gojo(19), accidental recording, inexperienced reader & Gojo, getting caught, exhibitionism, thigh riding, clothed hand job, Gojo cums in his pants, making out, dirty talk, sexual tension

MDNI

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Your chest was pressed to Gojo's, the air in the room stuffy and hot as you tried to shuffle your bodies around, trying to give each other some room to breathe. The recorder clipped to Gojo's chest was probably suffocating with the loud rubbing of your clothes against him. "Just- fuck- scoot that way- ouch no- the other way-" You whispered into the small space, thanking the universe for the darkness of the stuffy closet, saving you the embarrassment of Gojo's teasing if he saw how red your face was.

--

Yaga had sent the two of you on a mission together, the objective--get recorded proof of a certain suspected jujutsu high assistant leaking crucial information to curse users. Gojo was a third year now, just having had his nineteenth birthday, and he was more than capable of handling missions on his own. However, Yaga absolutely did not trust Gojo with such a mission on his own, the young man always returned to the school with hundreds of thousands of property damage under his belt for the school to deal with.

This wasn't exactly the type of mission one could just bust in the room and take everybody down, it was a stealth mission, which Gojo was absolutely not equipped for. You weren't at the stage where you could take on a mission by yourself, but Yaga knew how great you were at calming a young and cocky Satoru down, which is how you ended up coming on this assignment with the white-haired man.

The two of you had made your way without a hitch to the meeting point, Gojo quick on your tail as he practically bounced with joy behind you, strolling with you through the dimly lit building. "Ahh~ This is sooo much fun, when's the last time we got sent on a mission together?" he asked, poking his head out in your peripheral vision. "This isn't supposed to be fun, Satoru. Do you know how much I liked Ms. Yae? I cant believe shes a traitor." You whispered.

Gojo pulled his head back, pursing his lips together as his long legs easily kept up with your fast pace. "Hmm.. I don't know if I ever knew her, but I guess it does suck, yeah.. but try to see the good in this~ You get to spend an entire mission with me~" He giggled behind you, too loudly for your liking. You stopped in your tracks, turning to look at him, "Satoru, she was our driver for the entirety of our first AND second year, and be quiet, you're talking too loud."

Gojo pouted, tilting his head at you, "Rude, I am not-" A door squeaking open around the corner followed by two people talking interrupted Gojo, as did your hand that you quickly pressed agaisnt his lips, shutting him up. You held your breath, waiting to see what was going to happen next. You felt Gojo smile behind your hand at how panicky you were at such a thing.

Your heart sped up in your chest when their footsteps started to echo in the hall, coming closer to where the two of you stood. "Fuck." You whispered under your breath, your hand leaving Gojo's mouth as you whipped your body around, trying to think of somewhere to hide. Gojo didn't fully understand how to teleport to long distances yet, but he could've easily moved the two of you to another floor. Of course, he would do no such thing though, he was having a great time watching you scurry around like a mouse in a maze.

"That's not good~" He whispered, giggling under his breath. You set your eyes on a door only a few feet away, from the outside it looked like an entrance to a fairly spacious room too; perfect for eavesdropping on their conversation. "Cmere," You whispered to Gojo, taking his large hand in yours you dragged him towards the door, trying to move as quickly as possible as it sounded like the footsteps were getting closer and closer.

You swung the door open, the old hinges making a loud squeak that made you cringe as you threw Gojo's body into the space and closed the door on yourself as quick as you could. You didn't expect your back to come into contact with a hard surface, covering the entirety of your back. "Hu-?" You felt a pair of warm hands grab your waist, gripping you softly. "Woah~ If you wanted a little more privacy you shoulda just said so~" Gojo cooed, tipping his head at you, even though you couldn't see him in the pitch blackness.

Upon further inspection as you pushed his hands off of your waist, ignoring the heat of your face, you found there were dry mop heads and brooms around you, something that felt like a jacket was hanging behind Gojo, and something; presumably a mop bucket; was sat at the back of the small space, limiting the already small surface area the two of you had to share.

"Fuck, we're in a closet." You whispered out loud, more to yourself than to the man you were pressed agaisnt. "Ooh really? How did you figure that out~?" Gojo teased. A quiet 'oww' spilled from the man's lips when you swung your arm in his general direction. God you did not need this right now, Gojo might be cocky, rude, overall obnoxious, and loud, but you have been harboring the biggest crush on him for a year. The last thing you needed was to be stuck in a closer with him, your ass pressed against his crotch, in a high-risk situation.

You tried not to think about how good he smelled; expensive was the first word that came to mind. It was already obnoxiously hot in the closet, and all the blood rushing to your face didn't help the feeling of suffocation one bit.

You spun your body around, pressing your hands to his chest so you no longer had to feel his crotch against you, figuring this way would be less embarrassing. "Ooh is this like seven minutes in heaven? Shoko told me about this game once, you got a timer on you?" Gojo joked. You could feel his fingers fiddling with the drawstrings on the bottom of your jacket, the simple action you were barely able to feel was enough to send shivers down your spine.

"What was that?" A familiar voice spoke when the pair you were supposed to be stalking rounded the corner. "Shhh-" You hushed Gojo, hitting his chest gently with your hand so as to not cause any more sound as you tried to ignore his attempts at riling you up and instead focused on the task at hand. "It's okay, they're not gonna find us," Gojo assured, completely ignoring your instruction of him to stay quiet.

"If you keep running your mouth they might." You poked, gripping his shirt unconsciously as you held your breath, praying he was right. "Oh, so it's okay for you to talk?" Gojo whisper yelled, resulting in you kicking his shin- or what you thought was his shin. A wooden broomstick fell against the bucket, creating a loud bang inside the small closet. You scrunched your face up, cringing at your stupic mistake.

"Who's there?" The man's voice yelled, making your heart beat out of your chest. "You did it now, huh?" Gojo teased, giggling. How he was still able to laugh in this situation was beyond you, if you didn't think of something fast, you were going to ruin the mission and get smacked on the back of the head by Yaga himself. Your mind was spinning a mine a minute, you frantically tried to think of something, anything.

Worst case you could knock them out if you had to, fuck, was there someone at Jujutsu High who could erase memories? Fat chance. One thing did come to mind though, and it was almost sure to work, as long as it was the curse user who opened the door, If Ms. Yae was the one to open the door you would have to think fast, you always were quick on your feet, you would figure it out surely. After about three seconds of pondering, you decided to hedge your bets.

"Satoru, go with it." You whispered. Reaching through the darkness you found his face with little effort, grabbing his cheeks in your hands he could barely mutter a 'huh?' before he felt your lips on his. His eyes went wide, a shocked hum leaving his lips as you slotted your lips against his, starting a makeout. His hands found yours once more, he slipped his knee between your legs, making you moan softly as he stepped forward and pressed your back into the wall, chasing your lips with his hungrily.

Soft moans and hums were released into the air as he kissed you with passion, his soft tongue licking against your lips, trying to test the waters catching you off guard. You reciprocated, poking your tongue out to meet his. "mmmm" He moaned into the kiss when he felt your tongue meet his, the two tangling with each other sloppily.

You tangled your hands in his hair, ruffling the soft strands and messing up his fluffy hair as you held onto it for dear life. He pressed his knee against your cunt harder, making you moan against his lips. You weren't sure if he knew what he was doing, but you were sure if he kept this up there was going to be a decently sized wet patch on his knee from your arousal seeping through your panties.

The two of you kissed like you were both injected with poison and the antidote was in the other's throat. Like neither of you have had a drop of water in decades, like-

The door swung open, both of your heads snapping to the wrinkled old man's face as the light illuminated the both of you. He took in your states with a brief one-over, Ssatoru's knee was pressed against your panty-clad cunt, your skirt riding up in the process. His hair was standing in every direction, both of your lips were blushed a dark pink, and your faces had a color to match, the two of you breathing heavily as you stared at the man like you were waiting for him to close the door so you could continue.

"What is it?" The Jujutsu assistant said, standing behind the man at an angle where she couldn't see the two of you. "Ugh, just some kids hooking up." He replied with a disgusted look on his face, slamming the door on the two of you and leaving you in the darkness and heat of the room once more.

The volume of your breaths was accentuated by the silence in the closet. You fully expected Gojo to say something snarky now that you had been caught and it was over, but he stayed quiet, heavily breathing, you could feel his hot breaths hit your face. The adrenaline pumping through your veins from kissing him and getting caught was making you feel dizzy. "So.." you whispered, breaking the silence.

The faint tickle of his lips against yours made your body jerk at the unexpected feeling. He had brought his lips close again, what was he doing? It was over.. right? Gojo licked his lips, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth. "You're a good kisser." He said, his breath teasing your skin when he spoke. "Y-yeah?" You had no idea what to do, you weren't used to seeing him like this. "Yeah..I guess we should go now huh?" He replied, licking his lips again as he kept them hovering in front of your own.

The warmth of his mouth radiating so close to yours was driving you crazy. The heartbeat you felt in your cunt was vibrating your whole body from how aroused you were at his situation. "Yeah, guess so." You responded, making no effort to pull your lips away. "Okay." He said, pressing his lips against yours but not closing the small distance in slotting them together. "Okay.." You said back, taking the initiative as you kissed him softly.

He kissed you back slowly, your lips separating in a lewd smack before the connected once more, the kiss speeding up, starting slowly.. slowly.. before Gojo decided he had enough and pressed his head into yours, deepening the kiss. "Mph-" You moaned against him when he slid his hands down to your ass and pulled your hips closer to him, rubbing your cunt along his thigh in the process.

You don't think you've ever been so aroused in your life, something deep within you was coiling around itself, making a need ache through your entire body. "Tell me to stop," Gojo whispered between kisses, digging his nails deeper into the fat of your ass. You wined at his words, pulling your lips back you let one of your hands in his hair slide down to the side of his face, caressing the skin there. You used your thumb to blindly find his lip in the dark, pulling it down before you let it bounce back into place. You pressed your lips to his once more, the two of you breathing heavily into the other's mouth, "I can't." You replied.

He groaned at your words before he smashed your lips together once more. The way you were whining and grinding on his thigh so needily made him feel like he was going to pass out. He needed this so bad, he's wanted this for so long and it was finally happening, all because you had kicked a broom instead of him. He smirked when your hips stuttered, your mouth opening in a slightly louder moan.

"Fuck, you wet?" He whispered needily against your lips, kissing you with fevor. "Mhm," you replied with a whine, humping your cunt along his thigh. The young man groaned at your response, it was then that you felt his hard-on digging into your thigh through his pants. He continues to massage your ass, helping you grind your needy pussy along his thigh as he panted into your mouth. "You feel me?" he asked, pressing his hips into your thigh, letting you feel the imprint of his cock along your leg.

It must've been the sensory deprivation because you were feeling everything tenfold, just the drag of his clothed cock on your thigh alone send a gush of arousal into your panties, your face heating up as you wined into the kiss. "You're so hard.." You whispered back, starting to slide your hand down his chest. "Yeah, all cos of you.. keep going." He encouraged impatiently, nodding against you as he waited to feel your hand on him.

He wanted to see you so bad, wanted to see what kind of expression you were making while you got off on his thigh, what your reaction would be to feeling his cock, how flushed your face was, but this would have to suffice for now. You continued your pursuit for his cock, dragging your hand teasingly over the ridges of his abs, his hip bones, thigh, and finally--his cock. Gojo let you know with a loud groan and affirmation of, "Right there." That you had grabbed his cock in your hand.

"I- I don't know what to do." You admitted, pausing your grinding on his hips as you were suddenly hit with a wave of unsureness. You had never touched someone else before, the only person you've ever kissed was Shoko in a game of spin the bottle once in your second year, you had no idea what you were doing. "I don't either." Gojo laughed, easing the tension you felt in your body and mind at the prospect that he would be disappointed because you had no idea how to please him.

"But humping my leg feels good for you, right?" He asked, to which you nodded briefly, a verbal response coming a little delayed when you forgot he could't see you. "And I know when you touch me like you're doing right now, it feels really good." The man pressed his forehead to yours, massaging your ass in his hands. "So just keep doing that." He whispered, before you felt his lips on yours once more.

"M-mmm" You moaned against him when you felt his hands push you harder along his thigh, trying to help you maintain a pace that would feel good for you. He let shaky breaths escape through his nose as he felt your hand rub and squeeze his cock through his pants. You were going at it with no rhyme or rhythm, but the sloppy technique felt surprisingly good, any form of pressure on his throbbing cock surely would've, he's never been this worked up before.

"I-it's so big." You whimpered against his lips, the praise making him release a shameless groan. "Yeah? wish you could see it." He replied with a short giggle, being cut off by a moan when you unconsciously squeezed around his tip just right. You whined when his leg shifted just right against your clit, giving you the perfect amount of friction at just the right angle. "F-fuck Toru right there-" You gasped, tipping your head back into the wall, the hard surface colliding with your skull, creating a small bump sound.

"Here?" He asked genuinely, using the leverage he had on your ass to pull you down hard against his thigh, making you jolt forward at the intense stimulation. "O-ohmy- yesyes-" You whined, shutting your eyes. Satoru chased for your lips in the dark, thankful you couldn't see him floundering around. It didn't take him long to realize your head was tipped back against the wall. Bending his slender neck down he found yours with his lips, pressing sloppy kisses into the skin there.

"Do you think you can cum from this?" He asked, trailing the kisses up your ear until he found the shell of it, biting and sucking the skin there. "Mhm I- I think so, f-feels like it." His brain almost short-circuited, his cock throbbed against your hand that was jerking him off weakly, pausing every so often when you felt a particularly good sensation. He couldn't believe his ears, you were going to cum, on his thigh, he was going to make you cum.

He swore just thinking about you unraveling on his thigh made his orgasm feel like it could wash over him at any moment, his whole body set on fire with sensitivity and arousal. "Feels like 'ur gonna cum?" He clarified, noticing how your hips started losing their pace against him. "Fuck- yes- nghhhh-" You moaned, clenching your teeth together a you felt the coil tie itself tighter it knots.

"Cum on my thigh pretty, I- I need to hear it," Gojo begged, making out with any inch of skin he could find with his lips. You were sure your neck was going to be a mess when you were finished here, but it felt too good to care. "Satoru- shit, I think I'm- gonna~" You blushed at your own words, the blush only deepening when he released a deep groan, pulling you back and forth along his thigh rapidly as he tried to bring you to your orgasm as your hips proved to be useless now.

"Shit-" Gojo was breathing heavily against your neck through his nose, the breathing coming out stuttered when he felt you come undone on his thigh, feeling his own orgasm begin to crash over him. "Oh fuuuuck-" The young man groaned, listening to your every wonton moan that spilled from your lips as your hips stuttered along his thigh, your whines and breaths coming out choppy as you came.

Gojo abandoned one of his hands on your ass, bringing it on top of yours that was weakly caressing his coc. He wrapped his hand over yours, messily interlacing your fingers as he jerked himself off using your hand, feeling the warm spurts of his cum spill into his boxers. "Just like that- j-just like that baby-" Gojo whined when you had just finished coming down from your high, some semblance of rationality seeping into your body as you picked up the motions of your hand, working him through his own orgasm with his help.

When the last of Gojo's seed had been released into his pants, you squeezed over his softening bulge one last time, his breath hitches as his hand curled his fingers over yours and pulled you off of his sensitive softening cock. "D-did you.." You asked vaguely into the dark space, to which Gojo smiled his signature smile you wished you could've seen, "A whole fucking lot." He answered, bringing his hands back to your hips as he slid his knee out from between your thighs.

You were about to speak when you heard the voices return faintly in the distance, heels clicking to follow. That's right, you were on a mission right now, Yaga had not, in fact, sent you to this old building to get yourself off of your classmate's thigh. The echoing got louder as they passed the room, muffled words could be heard through the door of the closet. "I'll send the information of the students over next, see you next time." Before goodbyes were exchanged, and the sound of a heavy entrance door opened and closed behind the Jujutsu high traitor.

"Oh shit, how lucky is that." Gojo laughed, realizing the two of you had got the information you needed just in time. "You think Yaga will mind the first ten minutes of this tape is a porno?" Gojo laughed. Oh my god, the tape recorder. Maybe you weren't so lucky after all.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere King Naga // Part 1

Thinking about living in the forest once you’ve transmigrated to another world. Instead of getting caught up in some romance plot or adventure you decide to just live in a little cottage. Where you catch and cook your own food, making some passive income when you do venture into the town. On your way back from one of these trips you happen upon a little bundle crying on the dirt path.

“Oh my, who forgot you little sunshine?”

You smile when their crying ceases when you lightly rock them, beginning to notice a few odd-looking patches on their cheek. Then when those tiny eyes finally open little slits look back up at you while their mouth with little budding incisors open to coo at you. All of it leads to you opening up the bundled wrappings around them to find a wiggly and stubby little snake’s tail. It is then you make the perilous decision to raise this little naga in secret. 

In this world, you could tell it wasn’t advanced enough to accept monsters or anything not human into the community. That you might be branded a monster as well just for caring for the creature. Nonetheless, you rationalize that this is perfect for your forest life–where you’re more likely to meet other monsters than humans. Thus your life with this little one begins and you thank his naga-biology that he grows up fast. 

“I caught a mouse! Are you proud of me!”

“Yup, I’m real proud! Now come on you need a bath.”

But not too fast. Life is good for a while while you tend to the house your little one—Nox ventures to the perimeter of the forest to play before returning to you. He is still a child. Things go on normally until he comes slithering to you with snot in his nose, tears in his eyes, and babbling through tears. Hugging and holding him you check for injuries and when you find none you try to convince him to talk to you.

“What’s wrong, Nox?”

“I-I-There’s a guy out there! A-a-and he keeps following me! Look!”

Hiding behind you and clutching your pants, following his finger to the underbrush of the forest around you harden your stance. Thinking about the knife in your pocket and your other hand holding onto Nox, keeping him behind you. Watching the leaves and branches rustle with movement you prepared yourself for a fight. 

“Are you this child’s guardian?”

It’s another Naga, standing tall on a tail adorned with patches of gold in his white tail. Hiding further in the brush you can tell there are black rings around the tip of their tail which seems to be coiled a lot closer. He’s lean but muscular and his golden eyes are glaring at you. 

“I am. Why?”

He hisses, “To think a human would take in a hatchling purely out of goodheartedness is ridiculous. I’m going to take this child home where he belongs.”

“Nooo!”

“He’s my kid and if you want to fight for him I will do that.”

With a final pat on Nox’s head, you tell him to stay near the house. You goad the naga man into a place near the forest saying you’d rather not do this in front of Nox before taking off running. You know he’s following as you hear him angrily hiss and slither through the wood. Bringing him to a desired spot you turn keeping your knife behind you as he launches his tail in your direction. Expecting it, you dodge finally revealing your knife and aiming it at his tail creating a gash that has him hissing. 

“Haaaa Insolent Human! How dare you!?”

Usually, with a knife like yours, you never would have broken the protection of the scales but taking care of Nox offered some invaluable insight. You tried to dodge again but failed as his tail coiled around you in the blink of an eye. Squeezing immediately it took you a moment to turn your knife around to stab at what scales you could. He grunted but seemingly had settled for the stab at the expense of strangling you. 

“I’m going to enjoy watching the life leave from you, human! Your kind makes me sick.”

The pressure was unbearable but your adrenaline was high and with the simple gesture of bringing you closer to spit in your face you took a leap of faith. Abandoning your knife for some wiggle room you launched forward clamping onto his neck your only weapon left—your teeth. 

That seemed to catch him off guard his tail unraveling enough to let the rest of your body go. Now allowed to pin him down, using your feet and hands to pin down his own as you continued to bite into his neck you didn’t stop until you heard him moan.

“Aaaa~! Wait no, please! You’ve got to let aah~!

In your peripheral, you could see his alabaster tail twirl and twist oddly. From your position, you couldn’t see his face but you could imagine what his expression was. Considering you could feel the connection of his hips bucking against your own. The final nail in the coffin other than his constant streams of wonton moans you could hear the familiar worried slither of your son coming through the wood. 

He was calling for you. Hopefully, so loud he would miss the Naga continuing to make the loud moans despite you standing over him and wiping your teeth of his blood. Finally, looking at him you could see the darkened tips of their ears and cheeks as they continued to oddly curl on themselves. You didn’t bother trying to stop him, not wanting to trigger another fight you just ran scooping Nox up and barricading you both in your home. Hopefully, by the time the Naga man comes to his senses, he will have accepted his loss by then and leave. 

Unbeknownst to you that Naga would spend all night shifting and rolling in their ground replaying the fight. All the while moaning and groaning, driving all the smartest predators far away. This would continue until daybreak when he finally stopped but the heat in his cheeks was far from gone.

“That–that human is perfect…a human…who would’ve guessed.”

After a day you venture out, Nox sticking close to you while you undo the locks of the door with a knife in hand. Looking out you hoped you’d find no one in the clearing near your home—that was not the case.

“Hello human!”

Slamming the door on his face, you replay the expression and the closeness that they were standing outside the door. If only to sate your curiosity you opened the door again. 

“Hi–”

Slam

“How are–”

Slam

“You?”

When he seems to stay in that same place the whole rest of the day, you eventually encourage Nox to keep his nose down and help you with your chores.  Ignoring the smiley Naga who was oddly no longer hostile.

“What are you doing? Hanging your human clothes? How cute can I help?

“Is this how humans catch their food? How human-like so clever I would’ve never thought a net would be how you do that!”

“You are such a good parent to your little one? Would you like to have some more?”

Once you're able to shoo the intrigued Nox away, you decide to hose this guy down for answers. Good thing he’s happy to provide them. He finally introduces himself as a King of Naga who was coming to pass judgment on a Naga child living with a human from the smaller snakes of the forest. You hold your complaints about his presumptuous assessment, to ask why he’s still here assuming the fight said that you were capable enough to raise Nox.

“Yes well, now I’m courting you!”

“Excuse me?”

“You not only bested me in battle, you also did the most submitting action and claiming that a Naga could do. You…bit me~”

“Even so…I’m not a Naga.”

“Well usually that’d matter but I am the King of all Naga once my neck has been bitten and claimed there can be no others that is until you die.”

“Can’t you just pretend I died in the battle?”

“Preposterous your my destined mate! No other will do!”

Thus your days are spent trying to explain to Nox why the Naga you fought with was hanging around so often. On top of that the King Naga whose real name was Shian, had begun to ramp up his advances. No longer happy to just wave at you behind trees or happily follow you with your chores. He gets closer, testing your boundaries and breaking them as he intends to instigate some kind of reciprocation.

He is a King, And he’ll get what he wants....eventually.

Part 2: Here

[shyfoxsky]

Theriotype List

So, to start out, for context, I think we've all seen a skeptic comment about how all therians are only "cool" animals. I personally have always enjoyed keeping up with those with "rarer" theriotypes and even using them as examples when these kinds of arguments are brought up, so I've decided to do a little bit of a personal project, that being creating a huge list of the wide variety within the therian community. Below is the list I've created so far, sorted by general species, then adding in subspecies/breeds, all in alphabetical order.

Please keep in mind and understand that for now, I am only putting Earthen animals on this list, mainly so I and the post can keep up, because there's a LOT here already and I know there are hundreds more out there. This list does need more entries though. If you have a theriotype that you don't see on this list, please comment or reblog and let me know so I can add it! You can follow and find it with the tag "foxskys theriotype list".

Adder - European Agouti Alligator - American Alpaca Ankylosaurus Anteater Argentavis Armadillo - Three-banded Arthropleura Axolotl Badger - American - European - Honey - Japanese - Sunda Stink Baryonyx Bat - Evening - Flying Fox - Vampire Bear - Black - Brown - Polar Bee - Bumble - Honey Beetle - Dor - Stag Binturong Bison - American Bonobo Butterfly - Buckeye Caiman Caracal Cat, Domestic - Bombay - Himalayan - Japanese Bobtail - Lykoi - Maine Coon - Norwegian Forest - Oriental - Ragdoll - Shorthair - Turkish Van Centipede - Amazonian Giant - House - Japanese Giant - Red-headed Cheetah Chickadee Chimpanzee Chipmunk - Eastern Cicada - White Ghost Coatimundi - White-nosed Cockroach Coot - European Cow - Holstein Friesian Coyote Coywolf Crocodile - Nile - Saltwater - Siamese Crow - American - Hooded Cryodrakon Damselfly - Blue-tailed Deer - Axis - Caribou - Hog - Marsh - Red - White-tailed Deinonychus Dilophosaurus Dingo Dog, Domestic - Alaskan Malamute - Australian Shepherd - Beagle - Belgian Malinois - Bernese Mountain - Blue Bay Shepherd - Border Collie - Borzoi - Carpathian Shepherd - Cavalier King Charles Spaniel - Czechoslovakian Wolfdog - Dalmatian - Doberman - German Shepherd - Golden Retriever - Greyhound - Husky - Irish Wolfhound - Karst Shepherd - Nova Scotia Duck-tolling Retriever - Saluki - Samoyed - Sighthound - Silken Windhound - Wolfdog - Yorkie Dolphin - Amazon River - Common Donkey Dove Duck - Mallard Eagle - Bald - Golden Elk - American - Irish Eusmlius Fish - Arowana - Barbel - Betta - Bichir - Bristlenose Pleco - Carp - Hag - Koi - Pike - Salmon - Zander Fly - Blue Bottle - House Fossa Fox - Arctic - Bat-eared - Blanford's - Corsac - Crab-eating - Gray - Red, American - Red, European - Swift Gecko - Day Goat Golden Cat - Asiatic Goose - Canada Gorilla Grackle Grebe - Pied-billed Guinea Pig Hamster Hare - Brown - European Hawk - Red-tailed Hawk-Eagle - Changeable - Wallace's Hedgehog Homotherium Hornbill Hornet - Bald-faced - European Horse - Akhal-Teke - Clydesdale - Drum - Mustang Hyena - Aardwolf - Brown - Spotted - Striped Ichthyovenator Iguana Isopod Jackal - Black-Backed Jaguar Jay - Blue - Florida Scrub Jellyfish - Moon - White Spotted Jerboa Kangaroo Kaprosuchus Katydid Kestrel - Eurasian Ladybug Lemur - Black-and-white Ruffed - Red-bellied - Red-ruffed Leopard - African - Clouded - Snow Lion - African - American - Mountain Lynx - Bobcat - Canadian - European - Iberian Macaw - Blue-and-Yellow - Hyacinth - Scarlet - Spix’s Magpie - American - Eurasian - Yellow-billed Margay Marten - American Pine - European Pine - Japanese - Yellow-throated Microraptor Millipede - Crested Mink - American - Sea Monkey - Capuchin Moth - Cecropia - Cinnabar - Common Domestic Silk - Gold - Luna - Rosy Maple - Satin Mouse - Harvest - Hazel Dormouse Muskrat Nautilus Newt - Marbled Octopus - Mimic Opossum Orangutan Osprey Otter - Giant - River - Sea Oviraptor Owl - Barn - Burrowing - Snowy - Tawny Panda - Giant - Red Pangolin - Black-bellied - Tree Parpsauropholus Parrot - Kea Peacock/fowl Pigeon Pitohiu - Hooded Plateosaurus Possum Pterosaur Pufferfish Python - Ball Rabbit - Lionhead - Lop-Eared Raccoon Raven - Common Ray - Sting Rhamphorhynchus Sable Scorpion Sea Lion Sea Slug Seagull - Greater Black-backed Seal - Harbor - Weddell Serval Shark - Chain Catshark - Nurse - Oceanic Blacktip - Sicklefern Lemon Sheep - Bighorn - Domestic - Hebridean - Herdwick - Mouflon Sinosauripteryx Skink - Blue-tailed Snake - Banded Sea Sparrow - Common House Spider - Black Widow - Orb Weaver Spinosaurus Squid Squirrel - Eastern Fox - Finlayson's - Gray - Red Stoat Stork - Shoebill Styracosaurus Tamarin - Golden Lion Terrorbird Tiger - Bengal - Siberian - Sumatran Toucan Tyrannosaur Uromastyx Vulture - Bearded - Black - Turkey Wasp - Potter Weasel Whale - Killer - Minke - Pilot - Right Whiptail - New Mexico Wolf - Alaskan - Arctic - Coastal - Eastern - European - Gray - Himalayan - Labrador - Mackenzie River - Maned - Mexican - Northern Rocky Mountain - Northwestern - Red - Tundra Wolfdog Wolverine Zebra - Grevey's - Mountain - Plains

[nimbusclan]

Moon 8

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Halfway around the world lies the one thing that you want

Buried in the ground, hundreds of miles down

Fogfreckle hasn’t stopped shuffling around since sundown. Moonstar may not have her eyes open, nose tucked firmly into her tail, but she can tell that he hasn’t stopped moving because the constant shff shff sound of him shifting around in his nest is driving her to madness. 

Willing sleep to come just a little bit faster, Moonstar flattens her ears as close to her head as she can get them and fluffs her tail up against her face. 

Shff, shff.

Fed up, Moonstar uncurls her tail from her face and sits bolt upright, mouth open to shout at her brother to just lay still already, but Fogfreckle cuts her off by springing quite suddenly to his paws. Having not seen him do much more than curl in a ball for two entire moons, the sight shocks Moonstar into stillness. 

“I can’t,” he meows into the darkness. “I can’t do it. I’m not going to suffocate in this– this– cave for another heartbeat. I’m going hunting.”

Moonstar’s annoyance flees from her immediately, like a mouse slipping from her claws. “Wait–” She scrambles to her paws, panic overtaking her as Fogfreckle reaches around to grab the edge of his cobweb wrappings in his teeth. “Wait, don’t! You can’t– what if your wounds open back up–”

With a wild tug, Fogfreckle rips at his cobwebs, pulling the sticky strands away from his fur. He keeps going, yanking at them, agitation and annoyance etched in the sharp lines of his thin limbs. Moonstar reaches for him, attempts to get him to stop, and Fogfreckle spins around with his hackles fluffed out and swipes at her. Narrowly dodging the reach of his claws, Moonstar gasps, retreating.

For a heartbeat, both cats stare at each other, tension thick in the air between them.

“Stop treating me like I’m a helpless kit,” Fogfreckle spits, torn cobwebs hanging from his jaws. They lay tattered against his white fur in shredded strands. “I’m fine! I don’t need you to– to play medicine cat at me! Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do!”

His words sweep against Moonstar like a cliffside gust, the hurt they bring almost physically pushing her back. “I… I…” Several emotions cycle through her in the space of a single heartbeat, until it finally settles into a pulsing anger that crackles over her pelt like lightning. “I’m only trying to help! I’m looking out for you– we only have each other, in case you’ve forgotten,” she snaps, voice nasty, horrible satisfaction welling within her as the words strike her brother and he recoils. “We left the rest of our family behind, buried under a landslide!”

“As if I could forget!” Fogfreckle explodes. His reflective eyes are almost as sharp as the claws he’s sinking into the earth. “I can’t– I was useless to help them, and I’ve been useless for moons to help you, letting you go out on your own every day, when I’m the only one left who can keep you safe!” 

All of the anger rushes out of Moonstar, fast as a roaring river, as she stares at her brother, heart shattering. 

“I’m just–” he continues, yowls bouncing off of the boulders around them. “Sitting around in this dark hole, doing nothing from sunrise to sunset, wasting time we could be using to find a new camp and you– if something happened– I could lose you, too– Moonstar, I wouldn’t even know–” Fogfreckle breaks off on a hiccuping sob, voice losing its volume as it takes on a shaky quality and he ducks his head, hiding his pained expression from his sister.

Moonstar stares at her brother’s shaking shoulders. Guilt claws at her insides for the words she spat at her brother, the memory of her lost Clanmates sitting like a stone in her throat.

“Fogfreckle… I can handle myself,” Moonstar mews quietly. “I can handle both of us! Look at me,” she says, gesturing to herself with a sweep of her tail. “I’m here, aren’t I? I’m fine! I’ve been hunting for us for moons and I’m fine. You’re the one that’s hurting, and I’m– you need to let me take care of you sometimes, too.”

After a heartbeat of silence, Fogfreckle mews with a wet, broken voice, “you’re an awful excuse for a hunter. But,” he adds, flicking his eyes towards her, “you’re a pretty good sister.”

A bubble of incredulous laughter escapes Moonstar before she can stop it. She can’t even be mad about the hunting bit – he’s right. She hopes he’s right about the sister part, too. She butts her head against her brother’s with a purr.

“I’m supposed to protect you,” Fogfreckle whispers.

“Where did you get that from? We protect each other. I’m sorry for fussing over you so much, just–” Moonstar releases a huff of breath and sits back heavily on her haunches. Her tail swishes the ground. She waits until Fogfreckle sits across from her with a shaky sigh. “I worry about you, too. It doesn’t make you any less brave to need help. I worry about you because I care about you– not because I think you can’t deal with it on your own. Not because I think you’re weak.” Fogfreckle’s mouth twists into a grimace as he casts his eyes to the side, avoiding Moonstar’s gaze. A weak smile lifts the corner of her muzzle. She’ll never get her brother to admit out loud how much stress he puts on himself trying to stay responsible for the both of them, but she knows now. She knows.

She pushes herself to her paws and gestures at Fogfreckle with her tail. “Well, we’re not getting any sleep now. You’re seriously up for hunting?”

Clearly relieved at being rescued from having to talk about his feelings in any further detail, Fogfreckle twists around to pull the remaining shreds of cobwebbing from his back. He licks his fur into place, carefully covering the freshly healed pink marks of where the eagle had sunk its talons into him. “I can hunt. It doesn’t even look that bad anymore, see?”

Moonstar smiles. Thank StarClan she doesn’t have to do a botch job wrapping him with fresh cobwebs anymore; she’s really not cut out for it. 

With a stretch, she pads from under the boulders, pleased beyond relief that they won’t have to spend another night under these suffocating press of rocks. “Let’s go hunting, then.”

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Don't ever forget, We haven't lost it all, yet.

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[sparklystarrrr]

haha true to my word, I have riddle. Riddle with white rabbit beastwoman! Reader. Like she’s very ditzy and clumsy but always follows him around. Idk it’s just an idea

YAHOO HEY MOOTIE PATOOTIE!!!! That's acc the cutest idea ever I'm gonna explode. I will forever love the idea of a white rabbit character in Heartslabyul

Hopping Into Your Heart

Synopsis: Heartslabyul's favorite white rabbit is too clumsy for her own good!

Contains: Riddle R. x Fem! White Rabbit! Reader, reader is shorter than Riddle, post overblot Riddle, lowkey kinda cheesey

The Unbirthday plan was set. Students rallied up in hundreds of groups and got to work on things like desserts, croquet animal tending, tablecloth ironing and so on. (y/n) was in charge of aiding Riddle, checking in on everyone, and making sure everyone would be on time. Having three jobs put on one person was quite grueling. Although (y/n) knew exactly how to do it. She’d done it many times before and Heartslabyul trusted her as a main part in Unbirthday planning. Riddle luckily had similar jobs of checking in and making sure everyone was on time, though he was a bit more lenient than before. It was easy for (y/n) to stick at Riddle’s hip like usual when performing her tasks. 

The bunny carried a clipboard thick with multiple checklists atop each other, a red pom-pom pen in her other hand. She had been checking off all tasks and details needed for the party. “We only have a few things left, Riddle! W-would you like to go over them?” She spoke with a slight stutter from how fast she spoke. “Do you mind reading them out to me?” He replied with a much slower pace, his eyes shifting from the boys at work to her. He peered over her shoulder while she read aloud. 

“We still need to complete setting the table cloths, laying out the decorations, setting the silverware and china, brewing the tea, making the cake… I feel like I’m forgetting something.” She muttered. Her nose twitched as she thought while her foot thumped on the floor causing a thumping sound. “The dorm mou-“ “AH! The dorm mouse! My oh my, how could I forget!” Her big (e/c) eyes widened and she feverishly wrote “Dorm mouse inside the tea pot” towards the bottom of the page with an empty check box next to it.

“I deeply apologize Housewarden! Shall we go on the next task now? Nevermind, if we don’t we may be late, let’s go!” She quickly grasped Riddle’s gloved hand and hopped outside where the students were laying the tablecloths. “(y/n)! Slow down please, we have much time to spare!” The red haired boy yelped. Though he didn’t shake the bunny girl off his wrist. She went straight down the path to check on all the students. She looked down and engrossed herself in her check list when all of a sudden she tripped over her fast moving feet. The clipboard and pen flew out of her hands and landed roughly on the floor. Riddle sped up to her and grabbed the fabric on her waist, pulling her in to his body as quickly as he could before she fell to the ground.

“H-HOUSEWARDEN!!” Her fluffy white ears shot up to the sky and her face turned a bright red. “(y/n), please watch your step next time!" His own cheeks started to dust a strawberry red as well. She jumped out of his warm arms and collected her things, "I-I DEEPLY APOLOGIZE HOUSEWARDEN W-WE MUST BE OFF!!" She once again sped walked around the yard, looking around and giving herself whiplash. Though she would never realize it, her pom-pom tail was wagging like CRAZY. Riddle was pulled from his dumbfounded trance and giggled at her fast-paced movements. He then caught up to her with a light jog, since that was needed to match her walking speed.

There was but a singular table which had yet to be decorated with vases of flowers and silverware, or even chairs for that matter. Just a completely blank table. Its bland appearance made it camouflage in the back corner, hiding behind tables that had been filled with decorations already. The table cloth draped onto the grassy floor of Heartslabyul and trailed out like wings blowing gracefully in the wind. Little did said table cloth know the tornado it would endure in just a few seconds.

(Y/n) made her quick stride towards the tables. She zoomed between tables and perked her ears in every which direction while scanning for unfinished duties. While she zipped along, Riddle urgently tried to keep up. Though, with the heeled boots of his uniform and her strong legs propelling her forward against the breeze it was near impossible to match her. "(y/n), would you slow down just a bit? I'm having trouble keeping up!" He aimlessly yelped."S-sorry Housewarden, but if these duties are not done by the set time, we will be late!!!"

She took herself over to the corner of the last tables that needed to be checked. At the sight of the blank table she slowed down just enough as to wear Riddle could catch up with a heaving chest and thick gasping breaths.”Oh my! This table is quite bear, is anyone working on thi- W-WOAH!-” In her hurried frenzy the girl tripped right over the pristine white cloth. The redheaded boy behind her tried to grab out to her just like before, but he went tumbling down with her. The two fell to the ground enveloped by the cotton threads that pulled them closer“(Y-(Y/N)! Are you alright?!! You must watch your step!” His eyes scanned her face that was underneath him.

Thats right. The two were in the unfortunate position of him landing atop her, gloved hands at each side of her head. With her hair pooling gently over the blades of grass and the dazed expression on her face, he couldn’t help but stare. They stiffened. “HOUSEWARDEN ROSEHEARTS!! THIS IS QUITE INAPPROPRIATE OF ME I DO SINCERELY APOLOGIZE- FORGIVE MEEE!!!” Her face bloomed a hot red and she jumped out from under him. His face turned a crimson that rivaled his own locks

”(y/n) i-it’s completely alright! Just I- ah…” He looked down seemingly in shame and while rubbing his neck while (y/n) bounced away. Trey came over and assessed the situation,”Yeah, we weren’t using that table anyways. One of the students over counted. Are you alright Riddle?” He took a hand to Riddle’s forehead. “You don’t seem sick or anything… oh. oh…” The green haired boy’s lips formed a smirk and looked in the direction the shorter boy was focused on. (Y/n) was still bright strawberry red while talking to the giggling Cater and Adeuce duo, and she was exactly in Riddle’s yearning view. Trey snickered.

“What Trey? Why are you laughing??” The younger boy questioned. “If you really want her that bad just ask. Even bring her a rose and ask her out for tea.” Riddle’s eyes widened and he pulled them quickly away from the bunny he s dearly adored. “Trey! How could you say that!? have no feelings for her…” his tone wavered and his lips quivered. He knew the blatant lie he spoke just then. He was too shy to fully say it. He knew that his feelings were true, but the girl was to hard to read. She was always ditzy and jumpy, that was her personality. Yeah sure she would be much more jumpy and sensitive with him, but was that a surefire sign she felt the same? Riddle was too dense to put the dots together. In that case, Trey did it for him.

“Her favorite roses are the unpainted ones. She also enjoys herbal and floral teas more than fruity ones.” Trey whispered to him. Riddle furrowed his brows,”Why are you telling me this…” knowing damn well he would be taking it into close consideration. Trey plopped a half painted rose into his hands. “Riddle, you know exactly why i’m telling you this.” Trey sounded almost ominous if not for the small smile on his face. The redhead pursed his lips in deep thought and twirled the flower in his hand. “You wouldn’t mind bringing out the King’s chair… would you?” he murmured just above his breath.

“Not at all. Go shoot your shot, I’m rooting for you.” The green haired boy said before walking off, giving him a light pat on the back. Riddle exhaled. He just had to ask her out. How hard could that be?

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the other three Heartslabyul boys pushing a seemingly unwilling (y/n) in his direction. As much as she tried to pounce away, they shoved her forward. Her face had flushed a warm pink and her ears flattened against her head. He gripped the rose as if a gust of wind would blow it from his hands. His feet moved before he could even think, “What do you buffoons think you’re doing?!” He shot at the boys pushing her towards him. With a big push, Adeuce and Cay-cay shoved a screaming (y/n) into Riddle’s arms once more. Her head pressed against his beating chest as he caught her, blushing much more than before when he saw her. “What have I told you about watching your step… this is the third time today (y/n).” His voice was laced with a soft tone, one would even call it caring. His face was bright red and his lips trembled. His hand that held the rose  shook slightly and he pulled her off him.

Before she could panic and apologize feverishly, he spoke with a stutter which was incredibly out of character for Housewarden Rosehearts,”(y-(y/n)… I’m not sure how to approach this.” His voice was much smaller than he would like. Her eyes were wide with something different from the anxiety and rush that she usually felt. Her ears flopped on her head much more naturally now. Riddle held his arms in front of him with the flower in hand, trying his best to make eye contact and be confident knowing how nervous he was.”Would it be alright if I… courted you? O-obviously I understand if the feeling is unreciprocated. It felt like I’d be lying if I didn’t tell you how I really feel….”His grey eyes averted hers while she remained wide eyed.

Her lips parted to speak but nothing came out. She was starstruck. She slipped her watch back into her pocket and grabbed the stem of the rose gently. Her eyes glittered as she gazed at the flower in her hand. Riddle stood with trembling hands clasped behind his back, unsure of her reaction with eyes gazing at the tops of his shoes. Suddenly, a soft crunch came from the girl followed by a soft moan one would usually make when eating something delicious, then another crunch and some chewing. Once his eyes shot up he saw the picture before him… (y/n) had been eating the rose he gave her. She licked her lips,”Wow Riddle, I didn’t know you knew how to get the most delicious flowers! How did you know roses were my favorite?” she asked while plucking the petals off and popping them in with a satisfied smile. 

Riddle stammered. "Ah- Yes um... I-it was purely instinct..?" His tone of voice betrayed him and showed how confused he was. The bunny popped the whole flower into her mouth with a happy crunch, gulping it down and humming happily. He still looked at her expectantly. He awaited an answer to his previous statement. He straightened himself up and spoke a bit more confidently"...Do you accept my feelings for you, (y/n)?" Her fluffy tail wagged as she gasped, suddenly realizing his words. "Oh my... Yes!" Her cheeks became equivalent to a bright cherry. She realized her words just after.

Her voice grew small and she thought for a bit on what to say. "I-I mean I uhhh.... I-i have a lot of feelings for you too..."She was just about to hop away when Riddle took her hand in his. "Shall we go for tea tomorrow?"He smiled softly. (y/n) felt her world stop as their gaze was stuck between them. "Yea... that would be really nice!" She giggled. "Come, there's a seat waiting for you beside me." Riddle snickered with her, pulling her alongside him and bringing her to sit in the King's chair brought out by Trey just a few moments before. Riddle pulled out her chair with grace, (y/n) sat down with glee she hadn't felt in quite a while. He poured both of them a cup of rose tea while she cut him a slice of strawberry tart. The two were sure to be the most adorable couple in all of Night Raven College.

I made this long for no reason but I just love my boy Widdle🤭💋

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Late March, 2009. Albert Park Circuit, Melbourne 

Sebastian feels nothing but confident as he walks towards the paddock, examining each motorhome and garage. He’s in a proper car now, ready to actually have a fighting chance in the championship this year, and not just for points. Mark is just a few steps behind him, as if to herd him to the garage properly. His trainer is next to him, and he's grinning broadly—

And a pup headbutts him solidly in his groin when he happens to pass the Ferrari garage. A blur of the iconic Rosso Corsa and a terrifying little snarl that he recognizes all too well, with a little white tail and two fluffy ears, now standing triumphantly over him. 

The world pauses for Seb, who holds his crotch and folds on the concrete instantly, groaning and holding himself as his trainer starts to hover around him. Mark, calm as ever, just picks up the unruly pup by the hood of a child’s Ferrari sweater, looking you solidly in the face and holding you at arms length. Half wolf, half human, baring your teeth at the Australian.

“G’day, Mouse,” Mark looks at you, a lazy grin on his face as you squirm and try to claw at him, your tail tucked between your legs and your little ears flattened to your skull. “That wasn’t very nice of you.”

You just growl, squirming and writhing while the older driver laughs, looking over at the Ferrari motorhome to see a panicked Micheal Schumacher rushing forward to take you, Niki hot on his tail. Your cheeks are now being gently squeezed by your sire, a stream of unhappy German barely audible as he lectures you, while Micheal flutters between the two other German-speakers present, apologizing to one for letting you out of his sight for even a second, and then making sure the much younger of the two is okay.

You’re still squirming. Growling and even nipping at your sire’s fingers! Sebastian briefly missed the time where you were too shy to even go anywhere without at least two older members of the pack. Now, you were well known to run around the paddock on your own, a small terror to anyone in your way.

“Hiiri got you good,” a gruff, soft voice says from behind him, and Sebastian turns to see the grinning face of Kimi next to his. “I thought male omegas didn’t have balls?”

“I still have a cock, you bastard,” Sebastian groans, and shoots a glare at the Finn, and then at you. You only stick your tongue out, and as if to cement the fact that a pup brought him to the ground, you blow a raspberry at him. 

Niki is absolutely unimpressed with your antics. In a flash, he’s gone canine, and so have you, likely because of him pressing into the parental bond between the two of you. When pups were young, it was easy for the sire and dam of the pup to do this— it made it easy to simply grab their pup and run, should the need arise. Niki’s gigantic canine form weaves expertly through the crowd, carrying you by the scruff, heading towards the pack motorhome for what Seb can only imagine is going to be a very long talk about manners, and you’re having none of it, squealing and wriggling the entire time.

Gently, Micheal sets his hand on Seb’s shoulder, and then helps him up, fussing over him worriedly. The current Prime Alpha has always been this way about him. The moment Seb entered the formula series, he’d become like a second sire to him, doting on his every move, and gloating like a proud father whenever he did something of note.

“Are you alright?” Micheal asks, gently checking his face, turning Seb’s head in his hands, cheek to cheek, to make sure there are no scratches. 

“Yeah,” He winces, and Mark laughs heartily, his head tilted back and his shoulders shaking. “What’s gotten into her lately?” 

Michael's face falls, and he turns away. Not meeting anyone’s eyes. "We'll talk about it later. In private, as a pack.” 

Those words sent a chill down his spine. Kimi even looked concerned, and a low, worried growl slipped past the Finn’s lips. No one would ever say it aloud, but you had your favorites when it came to your tastes in people— and you absolutely adored Kimi. You were his soft spot, and he was fiercely guarded about you and anything to do with you. As was Lewis. 

You had grown to be adored by the pack like a quick-growing mold, as Niki had joked. 

“I need to go make sure Niki is alright,” Michael looks over his shoulder, where the eldest member of the grid-pack walks away, you swinging back and forth in his mouth as he holds you. “I promise we’ll talk about it. Mark, please make sure that Seb gets back to Red Bull safely." 

As soon as the words leave his mouth, Micheal walks after Niki, padding along as a canine, the slight click-clacking of his claws against the pavement warning those he’s behind to move as he attempts to catch up. The elder Alpha’s form sags tiredly, while you visibly squirm from where you’re held by the scruff, a little white puffball and yapping angrily at Micheal as you swing slightly in your sire’s grip before you’re set down, only to be picked up by Micheal before you can make a run for it. The sharp howl of displeasure you let out makes Kimi, Mark, and Seb wince.

You were a very, very unhappy pup right now, and you intended to let everyone in earshot know that.

The entire scene would have been comical had Sebastian not been the victim of your odd rage. As the trio watch Michael and Niki disappear in the distance, your still-audible yaps and howls only make them more concerned about your sudden behavior.

The weekend was too long in Lewis' humble opinion. Especially with the way you've been acting as of late. It was extremely out of character, even in your most mischievous moments. Yes, you were a little spitfire when you wanted to be. Playfully hiding in the different garages to then jump out and scare whatever poor soul was your target. In most cases, it was Fernando. You loved to startle him to hear him curse fluently in Spanish, and then to be absolutely smothered in compliments by the omega when he picked you up right after, cooing about how clever you were to hunt him, like a proper wolf.

But now they weren’t playful tricks. You had headbutted Sebastian right in the groin, which had all of the males in the paddock wincing, omega or not. It was still painful regardless of gender and designation. 

You’d been acting out. Snarling and biting—and not in a playful, pup-like manner that everyone was used to from you. 

Which led you to now. You were asleep in Niki’s arms, having been given some type of medication to ease your nerves, which had also consequently made you very sleepy. You’d fallen asleep in random places, since you had to take it every morning and afternoon, missing most of the race weekend itself as you slept away the days, still just as cranky and upset when you woke up. But the aggression was gone.

But you certainly weren’t cured. You were still irritable, and now prone to fits of crying and mood swings more typical of a teenager, and not a sweet little seven-year-old. The pack had taken turns staying with you each night. Rubbing your back as you hiccuped and cried, inconsolable even with your sire and self-proclaimed littermates to comfort you.

When Lukas had to leave early to address some emergency with his football team? It was like the world was ending. You’d cried, clung to his leg, and refused to let go for nearly an hour before finally tuckering yourself out to the point of literally falling asleep as Niki gently pried you off Lukas's leg.

Had that broken your older brother’s heart, and you nearly succeeded in having him stay there with you? Yes. You had Lukas and Mathias wrapped around your little fingers.

But was it also freakishly out of character for you? Definitely yes. Your 

No one was sure what was going on. The tension in the room was palpable. The stench of anxiety made everyone wrinkle their noses. Poor Mika looked like he wanted to retch, having the strongest sense of smell out of the entire pack, where he sat beside Micheal and Fernando. 

The Primes were all seated in the main nesting room, near the front, on one of the large couches. Niki was tucked into the corner of it, with you dead asleep in his arms.

“I would firstly like to apologize for my pup’s behavior the past few days,” Niki’s voice is hoarse, and it scares Lewis. Niki was the first prime Alpha— he was the one who was supposed to hold the pack together! How could he sound so uncertain about something, especially when it comes to you? 

Everything revolved around Niki’s knowledge. He was the last of the first generation of Primes who were still actively involved in the pack. Marlene had stepped down, and only really got involved with things involving you. When someone was uncertain of how to proceed with something about the FIA, they went to Niki. He was always the one to go to, always certain about how to fix something, always ready to reassure any driver of their worth and talent. 

Besides him, Nico lets out a low whine. His eyes haven’t left your sleeping form, and Lewis knows that every part of his omega wants to just hold you close to him. You’re not the tiny pup they once knew, but you're still a pup. The pup who sat on his shoulders and followed him around like a shadow. 

“What’s wrong?” Nico whispers. His arms go forward as if to take you from Niki, and his eyes are soft. And Niki looks away, holding you tighter to his chest. “Niki, what’s going on?”

“Maus… Maus is presenting. Her pediatrician thinks… thinks it is best to take her off the medications that were stopping it, so it won’t damage her liver, and will improve her chances at having pups of her own one day,” Niki whispers. You shift in his arms, letting out a soft whimper. 

It clicks in such a horrifying fashion for Lewis that he roars. Literally, he roars, as he stands up so fast his chair gets knocked over. He doesn’t care that multiple sets of eyes are on him now (Micheal is already growling at him, and the pack bond tingles)

“They care more about a pup she may not even have than for her current age now?!” Lewis rounds on Niki, towering over him while the older Alpha looks up at him. You’re still cradled against Niki’s chest. Not even eight yet— only seven and a half— awkwardly big yet still so small in your Sire’s arms as though you’re the most precious thing in his life. Niki looks tired. There are bags under his eyes that Lewis hadn't seen before, that Micheal had never seen. Not even when he had first learned about you, and was working tirelessly to get you into his care.

Softly, Niki wept. His shoulders shake. His head is bowed, extending so that he can curl around you more. Lewis blinks, just as Michael grabs the back of his neck, and forces him to submit. 

“Know your place— he is your elder!” Michael hisses angrily, his face close to Lewis’s, but there’s an unrecognizable panic in his eyes. A genuine panic that reveals that he has no idea what to do. His own Alpha— who had mentored him and given him the role of Prime— is crying, curling around his youngest pup. “He is….” 

The only sound Lewis can hear is Niki’s cries. He sits back down. Staring at the floor. Someone– Nico, probably– is holding onto him. Trying to talk to him. 

What are you supposed to say when the one person who seems to have everything under control crumbles? When the final pillar in a temple starts to crack? Niki looks like a crumbling statue in a run-down temple where all the worshippers had forgotten centuries ago. You stir in his arms, like a final, fresh sacrifice. Sleepy eyes blink open. 

“Sisi?” You murmur, touching his face. Your voice is thick with confusion. Your nose twitches. You can smell how upset he is. The acrid scent of burned hair and skin, that’s what his scent is now. “Wha’s…. Why’re you crying?” 

You shuffle in his arms, nudging your nose against his. Whatever medication you’d been given had clearly helped you calm down, returning you to your normal state. The quiet, but playful pup. Who would quickly nuzzle into any pack member’s embrace. You coo softly, a happy purr rumbling in your throat when your sire finally starts to nuzzle back. You don’t care much. All you do care about is the fact that Niki is there, and that you feel safe and loved with him there. 

But things in your mind feel slow. You shift a little bit, whining softly as you curl into his embrace. You haven’t acted like this in nearly three years, not this clingy since you first came to live with him. Your instincts tell you to cuddle him. To stay as close to your sire so you can stay where you know it’s safe. You coo again. Your nose hits a few of his tears, and you whine again. 

“Sisi? Why’re you crying?” Your voice slurs. Damn how slow your brain feels! “Sisi?”

All eyes are on you. But you don’t care. All you wanna do is make your sire feel better. Like he does for you. 

“What is she going to present as?” Sebastian asked softly. 

“I’m getting a present?” You look at Sebastian, blinking slowly, before squealing loudly when you realize who it is. “Sebby!” 

You’re making grabby hands at him, huffing grumpily to be held, just like you would at any of the other pack members. The same slightly spoiled pup he knows so well, who would nuzzle into his side when in the nesting room in the motorhome without a second's hesitation. 

He lets you climb onto his lap. Cooing and nuzzling him, not a trace of the aggression you displayed earlier. Horror dawns in the omega’s mind as he realizes that the traits you’re displaying mirror his own, when he turned seventeen, experiencing his first heat. 

The eye contact he makes with Niki is all he needs to know. 

You’re seven and a half, and are presenting as an omega.

6 Days Till First Race, 2024. London, England.

Lando is about ready to shit himself. Not even a minute after he’d started looking at your LinkedIn again (really, he just wanted to take a deeper scroll through and maybe even find earlier pictures of you) did you try to call him. Which Lando then stupidly declined. 

There’s nothing for a minute. 60 seconds exactly. Before a singular text. 

Norris. You will answer this time. You brat. 

And then you FaceTime him. 

He is fully ready to lose his seat at this point. You're generational talent here. And while Lando is good— still full of promise despite nearly five years and no wins— you’re the one with connections. You are, in the media’s eyes, Niki Lauda’s heir. His true successor. The one who brought the legendary name back to the sport and revitalized it for a new era.

Next to that? Lando was someone who hadn’t gotten his maiden win in five seasons. Plenty of podiums and poles, but he was nowhere near the win he so desired nor to secure a championship any time soon. 

You were like the sun. And you will continue to be in this sport for many more generations of drivers. Hell, you’d probably end up being a team principal one day, with everything you have going for you. 

The FaceTime call makes him jump, and when he answers, he is greeted with your face right up to the camera, looking incredibly pissed off. Not a single part of him expects your scowl, or the pure rage in your eyes. 

“Lando Norris, du hast einiges zu erklären—” 

The first thing Lando notices is that you’re so angry you’re not speaking English. The second is clear, aside for the fact that you're not wearing makeup (which Lando doesn’t really care about). Scars? Who’s she? All he knows is that you’re a hottie badass engineer who survived a fire now, but you’re actively scowling at him. Terrifyingly. His inner alpha croons (what a feisty, strong, prospective mate he’s found!). Maybe it’s because of those terrifying thoughts that he reacts the way he does. 

“What do you—whAAAAAGH—WHAT THE FUCK—WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOUR FACE—?!” 

Any plan Logan and Oscar had of setting you up with Lando went out the window the moment they heard that panicked screech from your phone through the closed door. You’d made them leave the room, telling them this was something you’d needed to settle, driver to race engineer. False heat or not, Lando wasn’t there in person, so you could handle yourself without the two of them hovering over you like a pair of mother hens. While yes, Lando was known to not exactly handle stressful situations well, even in the best of times, they hadn’t expected him to react like that to you not wearing makeup. 

You're used to reactions like this. So you just roll your eyes and simply remind yourself to wear makeup whenever you have future meetings with Lando, while adjusting your glasses so you can actually see.

“It’s a scar, dick-nips—”

“Dick nips?!”

"Yes, you look like you have protruding nipples—“

“— that is so uncalled for,” Lando huffs, and you can see him self-consciously moving a bit so that he’s somewhat covering his chest now. “And I wasn’t even screaming about the scar! I just read your whole Wikipedia page."

“I have one of those?”

“Yes, you have one of those! Max wouldn’t stop talking about it—“

“Verstappen?” Your face pops back into frame, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you look at him. And much to Lando’s confusion, his inner Alpha let out a happy croon at the sight of you. “I thought you weren’t that close.”

“Fewtrell. I have friends outside of the grid, y’know—“ Lando shakes his head. Clearing those traitorous thoughts. Refocusing back on what was at hand “But yes— I read your whole Wikipedia and I figured out all the silly shit that was in the email—“

“Including my designation?” You seem only vaguely interested, throwing out boring-sounding questions. So why not stir the pot a bit, after you insulted him first? 

“You’re a Beta, obviously,”

The silence on your end of the call is deafening. Along with the glare you’re leveling at him through the camera it’s so still, and so focused, Lando’s pretty sure the screen’s frozen until he sees your cheek twitch.

“Oh my God."

“Is that not right?” Lando grinned from ear to ear. Years of being an older brother have served him well in figuring out the quickest ways to irritate anyone without sounding like a total douchebag. 

“Oh my God,”

“You haven’t told me if I’m right or not—“

“No— no it’s not fucking right, are you an idiot? How the fuck did you pass a basic science class?” You seem genuinely so annoyed that Lando is basking in his victory while you glare at him with utter hatred. Oh, how clearly he can see you planning his downfall, and it was worth every second of bliss he's experienced while annoying you. “That’s besides the point now— what were you doing stalking my LinkedIn?”

Oh. Lando paused. That’s why you called him? He didn’t even know that going to someone’s page would let them know that they’d been on it. “Uh.”

“Don’t tell me you doubt my resume.”

“No— actually your research is really cool— I didn’t know you collected old cars either—“

“Yeah, it’s a hobby. I like to fix em’.” You blink. Damn the fact that you get easily distracted. But when someone actually wanted to talk to you about your cars— person to person, and not talking down to you, just because you happened to have a pair of breasts— you were more likely to let yourself get easily led off track because of it. “Uh. Anyway—”

“Wait, actually? That’s so fucking cool,” Lando finds himself getting distracted as well, because he also likes to collect old, unique cars. And while your interests were geared towards American brands— the classic Cadillacs, Mustangs, and Cameros that were the wet dream of any testosterone-fueled action movie credit sequence— he respected it. And he was even more impressed that you fixed them yourself “Do you drive them at all?”

“Ah, no. Can’t.” You poke at the burn scars on the side of your face, blinking at the camera. “I’m actually legally blind. Eggroll is my guide dog and… support for other needs.”

“Wait really? I thought you were just trying to bring your dog with you.”

“No. I’m just genuinely very, very disabled. In multiple aspects.”

“Like— do you have autism too?”

“… no,” you sound so annoyed. And you look it, too, glaring at him through the camera, just like you glared at the cameras from Netflix's film crew. “Mein Gott, Norris.”

“What?! I feel like that’s a reasonable question to ask now— why are you looking at me like that right now?”

With the scarring on your face, the emotive reactions you have can come off as… stiff. Like right now. You’re not angry, you’re more surprised than anything. But, due to your unique circumstances, the right corner of your mouth just refuses to move upwards. This earned you a reputation for being cocky, due to the smirk you always wore. One you could never get rid of.

“Fucking— I’m not even trying to look at you a certain way, my face is just fucked up!”

The heavy pause between the two of you is thick, full of unspoken words and misunderstandings that had marred the first month of knowing each other. You’re a force of nature, an immovable object that has stayed rooted in its spot—the way you like it— for far too long. And Lando is an unstoppable force, a boulder rolling down the mountain in a landslide, coming right at you with every single action he takes. 

The universe just never intended for you two to get along, it seems.

Yet here you are. On a FaceTime call with some much overdue talking to be done. 

“I don’t think it’s fucked up.” Lando says softly. His heart aches at the sight of you— even just the top of your head, with a wrinkled brow— looking so dejected while you’re on call with him. “I think you have a nice, normal resting bitch face.”

He freezes. Way to go, Lando, nice, he snarks at himself, as you slowly turn to look at him. 

“You think,” you start slowly, almost disbelieving, “That I have a normal resting bitch face?”

“I mean,” Lando shrugs slightly, and the speakers of your phone make the harsh noise of sheets and pillows moving. You cringe, wrinkling your nose at him. It makes his heart stutter. And that, in turn, makes him nervous. “I like your face.”

Smooth, Lando. Real smooth.

“….you are allowed to continue.”

“Okay— uh, I guess I should apologize for screaming then. It wasn’t about the scars— you just looked pissed off.”

“It’s fine.” You murmur. The untouched side of your face is towards the camera. A nice illusion of what could have been, had the fire never started, but you still somehow made it into Niki’s care. What a world that would have been! Smooth skin, a striking side profile, and piercing eyes to match it. “Why were you looking at my Wikipedia, anyway?”

“I was… admittedly bitching to a friend,” Lando just barely manages to stop himself from stuttering. Why are you so pretty? Even with your scars, you were striking, making him second guess himself. Now that was an interesting revelation to have during his call with Max, after looking at some of your other social media. 

Your Instagram? Casual, yet perfectly curated— whoever handled social media for your family was a genius. Your most recent post was slightly shocking to him. A big picture of you, walking side-by-side with Niki’s ex-mate in your most recent post, yourself and Marlene looking touchingly close, especially for an affair child and original wife. 

The two of you laughed, with Marlene even looking over you like a proud Dam in one picture, where she was wiping what looked like motor grease off your face. Mostly positive comments under it, and Lando assumed that you definitely had someone delete any negative ones that had been posted. 

The entire page is like walking through a museum just about you. 

Several posts of you accepting awards. A few posts raising awareness for the various causes you champion. One promoting a video tour of your personal car collection. You were perfect— no wonder the media hailed you as Niki’s true heir. And even then, that didn’t seem to really grate on Lukas or Mathias, at least not publicly! 

“And what were you bitching about?” 

Lando can hear you typing on your end. You must have been working while talking to him. Even if it was past midnight in both of your respective timezones. Yet another thing to add to the list! Workaholic.

“Eh. How perfect you bloody are. I mean, seriously, you got your masters at twenty—”

“This you?” 

The camera on your end turns to an article about Lando’s family. The title is something about how to raise overachievers, highlighting his siblings and his own rather impressive achievements, and then also looking into the family’s background. 

“Okay, yeah, but that’s not what I was talking about,” Lando huffs, sticking his face into the collar of his hoodie, as if he were a turtle of some kind. “By the way, how are you so chill with… with your Dad’s first family?”

The noise you make startles Lando, especially when you seem to cough a bit. It’s all a bit dramatic, he thinks, but you seem genuinely confused when you look at him through the screen. 

“What do you mean, first family?”

“His first wife! His sons!” Lando is done being a turtle for the time being, looking at you incredulously. Some light of recognition sparks in your eyes. “Y’know, the ones you seem suspiciously buddy-buddy with in public—”

“Yeah—yeah,” You interrupt, and rub your face, before looking at him wearily. “I’m— Ugh, wo fange ich an, Norris, I’m about to tell you some very, very secret things right now, and I need you to promise not to tell anyone.” 

“O…kay?” 

“I’m being serious. Like, only the real old, senior members of the pack know this. Mostly people who’ve retired now. Oh, and like, Max and Mick. But I grew up with them, so that’s a given. And Logan. Oh, shit, Oscar too–”

“I get it,” Lando leans forward. He can’t help it. He loves a good bit of gossip. He wants to know about this secret!

“Sisi— or, Niki, my Sire— kinda fed the media a fake story after he took custody of me.” You bite your lower lip, as if you’re waiting for Lando’s reaction. “I’m technically a bastard child still, but just… not directly Niki's."

Lando pauses. He thinks for a little. And then he makes a face that looks partially confused and partially suspicious. 

“Go on."

“Remember how Niki and Marlene got divorced in the nineties?”

“Yeah, because he cheated, what’s that got to do with anything?”

“Well, also because he had an illegitimate son. Who kinda hopped around the world for a bit, and happened to stop in North Carolina for a little while, met my mom…” You trail off, leaning so that your cheek touches your shoulder, and Lando’s eyes widen with realization. 

“Holy shit, you’re actually his grandkid!” Lando hisses, looking at you with some odd expression you can’t quite place. “Why— why didn’t you just lead with that? Why even come up with the fake story?”

“Because,” you shrug, and fidget with the tips of your fingers. “Sisi raised me. He was my sire. Not some deadbeat who didn’t even sign my birth certificate. Better to not even give him credit." Your brow furrows again, and you again look away from the screen, this time, giving Lando a better view of your scarred half. 

The mottled skin almost seems pretty through the camera. It’s a few shades darker than your actual skin, dappling the right side of your face, and only climbing up as high as your ear, which is little more than a lumpy ridge. But the way it climbs, as if it’s framing your jawline, and arcing over your eye— it’s almost beautiful. The corner of your mouth is slightly slanted, yes, but he doesn’t really mind that part. 

What a strong, resilient prospective mate! His inner alpha chirps at him. Smart and beautiful. Mighty, look at how proudly she wears the scars of her survival! What strong pups she could give us!

“Besides. He legally adopted me after my Dam died anyway." Your voice cuts through his observations, and heat rises to his cheeks at how his hindbrain keeps suggesting such— such inappropriate thoughts about you! “So. To review, I’m Niki Lauda’s pup, I just took a roundabout way to get to that point.”

“Yeah. Sounds like it.” Lando snarks, and you actually laugh a little, the unscarred side of your mouth quirking upward just so slightly to form a little smirk. 

“So, aside from that, my Dam’s side are a bunch of whack jobs. They try to reach out, and ask for money occasionally, but other than that, I haven’t talked to them since I was seventeen.” 

“That’s an oddly specific age.”

“It doesn’t really matter.” You murmur. The little smirk disappears, and you look into the camera with an even expression. “But… now that you know everything, do you think you can work with me still?” 

“Of course I can,” Lando scoffs, and you seem relieved. “What would make you think I couldn’t?”

“Because of your general reactions and behavior around me.” Your voice is flat. Perhaps it’s because he was so focused on listening to you, but as you moved into a more formal topic, he noticed your voice was getting monotone again, less expressive, even if you were already rather aloof to begin with. Like you’re putting on a mask.

“Lando Norris, I’m going to ask you once again— I will not coddle you. I will push you harder than you’ve been pushed before. I will be nothing but blunt, cold, and downright rude to you while I am your engineer,” you pause, and once again, adjust your glasses as you look at him through the camera, making him shiver slightly. “But. I will make you a winner. I will guide you to victory as I best see it— to help you become a driver worthy of the title of World Champion. So I ask you, can you work with me still, knowing all that?”

Your words are heavy. The implications weigh on him. 

Five seasons now. Five seasons without the victory he so desired. 

And you’re here, offering him the chance to seize it. Holding out your hand.

“Yeah, I think I can, Mouse.” The name slips so naturally from his lips, it startles him, but he can’t help himself from grinning. That little smirk graces your face again. Lando’s heart beats a bit faster. 

“Hmph. We’ll see about that then, Norris.” You lean back slightly, folding your arms. “I expect the best. I won’t settle for half-assed anything.”

“Of course not.”

“You’re going to downright hate me.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from Niki Lauda’s successor.”

You exhaled out through your nose, laughing softly. “Tch. Dumpfbacke. Go to sleep. You have a race in six days.” 

With that, you hang up. Leaving Lando leaning back in his office chair, staring up at his ceiling with a stupid grin that refuses to leave his face, and a racing heart.

Oh, he was absolutely screwed. But at least he’d get the chance to get even closer to you throughout the season. Perhaps you’d even be able to help him find the mysterious scent that has been haunting him since testing. Sweet peach cobbler, morning rain, and freshly fallen leaves. He’s meant to meet that person, he knows it. It’s just a matter of finding out who the scent belongs to. And as you were one of the few people he knew that had no real scent to speak of, you could probably help track down the mystery scent to its source. With your weakened eyesight and hearing, your sense of smell had to be godlike!

Briefly, he thought of how you’d adjusted your glasses as you stared him down. Such intensity— such fire. He hadn’t even known you wore glasses before the call, but now it seems odd to picture you without them. 

Lando just runs his hands down his face, as his cheeks start to warm. 

Yeah, he was screwed.

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[owlcomics101]

”Zoomies.” Task force 141 x Cheetah hybrid!user

Warning: SFW (I am a minor), fluff, cussing/swearing, cat shenanigans

You were a cheetah hybrid. You had the cheetah ears, tail, fangs, and feet paws. You were a great asset to the task force for your speed and agility accept, there was one problem; You get the ‘zoomies’. If you have an off day or a mission that didn’t involve a full on chase. All that built up energy needed to be released at some point. You were sitting in Price’s office, helping him out with some reports when your legs started to bounce. Your fingers tap against the table anxiously as you held one of the files in your hands and tried to focus on reading it. Price looked away from his computer screen-noticing your fidgeting.

“You alright there Y/N?” He asked with a skeptical brow, to which you tried to play it off with a head nod before going back to your paper. Price cocked his head to the side seeing your tail thrashing back and forth violently and smacking against your chair. He couldn’t help but slightly smirk in amusement.

“You’re fidgeting, love.” He points out. You let out a huff looking away from him.

“No-……So what? I’m just a bit finicky right now….” You grumble, griping the paper tightly until your knuckles turned white. Price couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Look, if we get this done I’ll take you outside. How does that sound?” He tried offering a compromise, trying to have something to motivate you to work. Your ears couldn’t help but perk up at the offer.

“Really?” You asked with a low purr rumbling in your throat“Really, mate.” Price replied. Amused by your low purr that you hadn’t even noticed occur. Your ears rested flat against your head as you went right to work, determined to finish early before it was lights out for everyone. Price let out a small sigh of relief. Finally getting your ‘zoomies’ under control. That was until there was a large thud in the hallway. Price immediately got up from his desk and walked over to the door and opened it to see what the racket was all about.

“What the bloody hell is going on out here!?” Price shouts, only to be met with Soap being chased by Ghost down the hall. Gaz on the floor who seemed to have been caught by surprised and trampled by the two, but Gaz was just too fed up with them to get up anymore.

“YOU TAKE THAT BACK JOHHNY-RIGHT NOW BEFORE I CUT YOUR BLOODY TONGUE OFF!” Ghost shouts. Your ears perk up at this as you look over to see Ghost tackling Soap to the ground and attempting to choke Soap out.

“Y-You c-an’t escape the t-truth L.T!” Soap said between choked breaths. Price storming over and pulling Ghost off of Soap.

“Would you muppets cut the shitte out!? Y/N are trying to get some fucking work done and you two are just sitting here acting like childr-“

“Uhh…..guys?” Gaz interrupts Price slowly standing to his feet.

“What!?” Price snaps looking back at Gaz before his eyes widen. All four of them see you staring back at them with dilated pupils and teeth bared, your shoulders slightly shifting as if your getting ready to pounce.

“Oh shit….” Soap muttered

“Fucking hell-“ Ghost was cut off by you bolting out of Price’s office and sprinting towards them. Soap struggled to get up as they all panicked trying to get out of the way but just kept bumping into each other like a pair of idiots.

“Y/N no-Please just take a moment to breathe-“ Price tried to deescalate the situation but you immediately tackled him to the ground. Knocking the air straight out of him as he wheezed. You looked down at Price before looking back up to see Soap running ahead.

“Soap stop running!-Your gonna give Y/N the wrong idea-“ Ghost tried to get Soap to stop but you used Ghost as a boost and jumped onto Ghost’s shoulders and jump off to tackle Soap.

Cut to the team lying in makeshift beds in the infirmary, all of them covered in head to toe with bruises and scratches from you. You were given catnip to ‘calm down’. They all stared at you playing with a toy mouse. All of them still out of breath and wheezing from the chase. Ghost and Soap will think twice before arguing with each other again.

[bestanimal]

Round 3 - Mammalia - Rodentia

(Sources - 1, 2, 3, 4)

Our next and last order of the Glires clade is the Rodentia. Rodentia is the largest order of mammals, with about 40% of mammal species being rodents. Rodentia is comprised of the families… *deep breath*… Anomaluridae (“scaly-tailed squirrels”), Zenkerellidae (“Cameroon Scaly-tail”), Pedetidae (“springhares”), Castoridae (“beavers”), Geomyidae (“pocket gophers”), Heteromyidae (“kangaroo rats/mice” and “pocket mice”), Ctenodactylidae (“gundis”), Diatomyidae (“Laotian Rock Rat”), Bathyergidae (“African mole-rats”), Heterocephalidae (“Naked Mole-rat”), Hystricidae (“old world porcupines”), Petromuridae (“Dassie Rat”), Thryonomyidae (“cane rats”), Chinchillidae (“chinchillas” and “viscachas”), Dinomyidae (“Pacarana”), Caviidae (“cavies”), Dasyproctidae (“agoutis” and “acouchis”), Cuniculidae (“pacas”), Abrocomidae (“chinchilla rats”), Ctenomyidae (“tuco-tucos”), Echimyidae (“Nutria”, “spiny rats”, and “hutias”), Octodontidae (“degus” and kin), Erethizontidae (“new world porcupines”), Dipodidae (“jerboas”), Sminthidae (“birch mice”), Zapodidae (“jumping mice”), Calomyscidae (“mouse-like hamsters”), Cricetidae (“hamsters”, “voles”, “lemmings”, “muskrats”, and “new world rats/mice”), Muridae (“true rats/mice” and “gerbils”), Nesomyidae (“Malagasy rats/mice”, “climbing mice”, “African rock mice”, “swamp mice”, “pouched rats”, and “White-tailed Rat), Platacanthomyidae (“spiny dormice” and “Chinese pygmy dormice”), Spalacidae (“mole-rats”, “bamboo rats”, and “zokors”), Aplodontiidae (“Mountain Beaver”), Gliridae (“dormice”), and Sciuridae (“squirrels”).

The distinguishing feature of rodents is their pairs of continuously growing, razor-sharp, open-rooted incisor teeth. These incisors have thick layers of enamel on the front and little enamel on the back. Because they do not stop growing, the animal must continue to wear them down so that they do not reach and pierce the skull. Some rodents have elastic cheeks or even cheek pouches for storing food. They usually have flexible fore limbs with five digits, including an opposable thumb, while the hind limbs can have three to five digits. The majority of species are plantigrade, walking on both the palms and soles of their feet, and have claw-like nails. Many rodents have well-developed senses of smell, hearing, and vision. Nocturnal species often have enlarged eyes and some are sensitive to ultraviolet light. Many species have long, sensitive whiskers for touch. Some have prehensile tails, some have vestigial tails or no tails at all. Rodents are highly diverse, having evolved to fill a large variety of niches and filling almost every land-based habitat on Earth. There are terrestrial, fossorial, arboreal, semi-aquatic, herbivorous, omnivorous, insectivorous, and carnivorous rodents. Rodent species use a wide variety of methods of locomotion including quadrupedal walking, running, burrowing, climbing, bipedal hopping, swimming, and even gliding. Many rodents have advanced cognitive abilities, and display advanced feats of memory and intelligence.

Sexual dimorphism occurs in many rodent species. In some rodents, males are larger than females, while in others the reverse is true. Rodents exhibit a wide range of types of social behavior ranging from the caste system of the Naked Mole-rat (Heterocephalus glaber), the extensive "towns" of the colonial prairie dogs (genus Cynomys), through family groups to the independent, solitary life of the edible dormice (genus Glis). Beavers (genus Castor) live in extended family units typically with a pair of adults, and both their recent kits and older young. Brown Rats (Rattus norvegicus) usually live in small colonies with up to six females sharing a burrow and one male defending the territory around the burrow. The Prairie Vole (Microtus ochrogaster) is monogamous and forms a lifelong pair bond. Female rodents tend to play an active role in choosing their mates. Factors that contribute to female preference may include the size, dominance and spatial ability of the male. Rodents may be born either altricial (blind, hairless and relatively underdeveloped) or precocial (mostly furred, eyes open and fairly developed) depending on the species. In many social species, young may be cared for by individuals other than their parents, a practice known as alloparenting or cooperative breeding.

According to the fossil record, Rodentia arose in the Paleocene, probably in Asia, shortly after the extinction of the non-avian dinosaurs some 66 million years ago. Some molecular clock data suggest Rodentia had already appeared by the Late Cretaceous, although other molecular divergence estimations are in agreement with the fossil record.

Propaganda under the cut:

Many rodents are “ecosystem engineers”: species which have a huge impact on their habitat. Ecosystem engineers are important for maintaining the health and stability of the environment they are living in. Beavers (genus Castor) (see gif above) are often used as the prototypical ecosystem engineer example, because of the impact their dams have on channel flow, geomorphology, and ecology. Beavers can create entire wetlands, habitat which is then used by millions of other species. Ground squirrels such as Groundhogs (Marmota monax) and prairie dogs (genus Cynomys) perform substantial modifications by burrowing and turning soil. They are able to influence soils and vegetation of the landscape while also providing burrows that are used by other species. Many tree squirrels bury nuts over a widespread area (scatterhoarding), and often forget them, resulting in entire new generations of forest diversity being planted.

Two distinct, unrelated groups of rodents evolved the ability to glide with a membrane between their front and hind legs. These are the Anomalurids (“scaly-tailed squirrels”) and the Flying Squirrels (Sciurid squirrels of the tribe Pteromyini) (image 4). Sciurids are most closely related to the Mountain Beaver (Aplodontia rufa) and dormice (family Gliridae). Anomalures are most closely related to springhares (family Pedetidae) and the Cameroon Scaly-tail (Zenkerella insignis). The only other mammals to evolve this gliding ability are the colugos and the some possums. This is an example of convergent evolution, where arboreal, climbing mammals found a way to more easily travel from tree to tree.

Springhares (genus Pedetes) (image 1) sleep standing up, with their head and forelimbs bent down in between their hindlegs, and their tail wrapped around their feet.

Beavers hold territories and mark them using scent mounds made of mud, debris, and a vanilla-like musk called castoreum—a liquid substance excreted through the beaver's urethra-based castor sacs. Castoreum was historically used for a variety of medical purposes; Pliny the Elder promoted it as a treatment for stomach problems, flatulence, seizures, sciatica, vertigo, epilepsy, hiccups, toothaches, and envenomations. By the early 20th century, castoreum began appearing in some foods to add a vanilla-raspberry flavor. But its use had fallen by 1987, when the U.S. consumed about 250 pounds of castoreum per year. Since then, its use has decreased significantly, now mostly found in niche foods such as Swedish liquor and some perfumes.

The Eurasian Beaver (Castor fiber) was hunted almost to extinction for both its water-resistant fur and castoreum by the early 20th century. Beaver hats were fashionable across much of Europe between 1550 and 1850 because the soft yet resilient material could be easily combed to make a variety of hat shapes (including the familiar top hat). Demand was so high, that when Eurasian Beavers could no longer be found, the gaze of European fashion turned to the New World and the North American Beaver (Castor canadensis), which was then also hunted to near-extinction. A shift in fashion trends toward silk hats may have been the only thing that saved these two species. Today, after considerable conservation efforts and reintroductions, both beaver species have recovered from this severe over-exploitation.

Gundis (family Ctenodactylidae) can climb up almost vertical surfaces.

The Naked Mole-rat (Heterocephalus glaber) is highly unique for many reasons, one being that it is the only mammal with an almost entirely ectothermic (cold-blooded) form of body temperature regulation. They also lack pain sensitivity in their skin, have very low metabolic and respiratory rates, are resistant to cancer and oxygen deprivation, and can live over 37 years. Naked Mole-rats are also eusocial, forming a complex social structure which includes a reproductive division of labor, separation of reproductive and non-reproductive castes, and cooperative care of young. The only other eusocial mammal is the Damaraland Mole-rat (Fukomys damarensis).

Another example of convergent evolution involves spines. Both Old World Porcupines (family Hystricidae) and New World Porcupines (family Erethizontidae) (image 2), as well as spiny rats (genus Tokudaia) and spiny mice (subfamily Deomyinae), are not particularly closely related to each other. We also see spines in the even more distantly related hedgehogs, tenrecs, and echidnas. Many groups of small animals around the world seemed to have turned their mammalian fur into this unique defense mechanism.

Chinchillas (genus Chinchilla) have the densest fur of all living terrestrial mammals, with around 20,000 hairs per square centimeter and 50 hairs growing from each follicle. This gives them some of the softest fur in the world. Unfortunately, this has made their fur highly desirable for the fur trade, and both species of chinchilla are now endangered. A single, full-length coat made from chinchilla fur may require as many as 150 animals. Domestic Chinchillas descended from the Long-tailed Chinchilla (Chinchilla lanigera) are sometimes kept as pets, and are also bred and raised on fur farms.

The largest rodent ever known to exist was the the extinct, bison-sized Josephoartigasia monesi. Today, its only living relative is the much smaller Pacarana (Dinomys branickii).

The Greater Capybara (Hydrochoerus hydrochaeris) is the largest living rodent, growing to 106 to 134 cm (3.5 to 4.4 ft) long, standing 50 to 62 cm (1.7 to 2 ft) tall at the withers, and typically weighing 35 to 66 kg (77 to 146 lb). Capybaras are highly social, and semi-aquatic, and can hold their breath underwater for up to five minutes at a time.

The Domestic Guinea Pig (Cavia porcellus) was domesticated from the wild Montane Guinea Pig (Cavia tschudii) as early as 5,000 BC by indigenous peoples in the Andean region of South America. Originally bred for its meat, the Domestic Guinea Pig is bred today for scientific research, for various color and coat types in shows, and as a pet. Their docile nature, friendly responsiveness to handling and feeding, and the relative ease of caring for them have made Guinea Pigs one of the most popular pet rodents.

The agoutis (family Dasyproctidae) are some of the most gracile rodent species, having an almost antelope or deer-like appearance, complete with hoof-like toes.

The beautiful Norway Lemming (Lemmus lemmus) is known for being one of the most aggressive rodents, despite its small size. When cornered by predators (including humans), they have been known to go on the attack. This is thought to be an attempt to deter predation by using their bold coloration, loud calls, and aggressive behavior to advertise their ability to harm small predators.

The Maned Rat (Lophiomys imhausi) is the only known poisonous rodent. Its long hairs are spongy, fibrous, and absorbent with a honeycomb structure. The rat is known to deliberately smear these hairs with poison from the bark of the Poison Arrow Tree (Acokanthera schimperi), on which it chews. Its mane of hairs absorbs the poison, thus creating a defense mechanism that can sicken or even kill predators which attempt to bite it.

The Rakali (Hydromys chrysogaster) is a semi-aquatic rat native to Australia, and fills a similar niche to river otters, hunting a variety of aquatic animals including fish, crustaceans, shellfish, eggs, mammals, frogs, and small reptiles.

The Brown Rat (Rattus norvegicus) is one of the most successful rodents in the world, living wherever humans live. They have adapted to survive well in urban environments, a genius survival strategy in an increasingly human world.

Domestic Rats are also called Fancy Rats (Rattus norvegicus domestica), and were bred from Brown Rats in 18th century Europe, when rat-catchers who caught and bred rats for rat-baiting noticed that some of their rats were prettier and more docile than the others. These rats were dressed up in ribbons and sold as pets. It was said that people who kept pet rats were struck with “rat fancy.”

Brown (and by extension Fancy) Rats are highly social and groom each other, sleep together in “piles”, play fight, emit ultrasonic “giggles” when excited, and show empathy to both their fellow rats and their bonded humans. In laboratory tests they have been shown to have intelligence levels rivaling that of primates, remembering complex mazes months after completing them, problem-solving, using tools, learning by watching other rats, planning ahead, and recognizing when they know something vs when they don’t. In laboratories and in peoples’ homes, rats can quickly be taught to come when called, play fetch, do agility courses, sort recycling and trash, and drive cars.

Fancy Rats are the best “exotic” pets and I currently have 9 of them. Their names are Magpie, Blue Jay, Raven, Versace, Gucci, Prada, Chanel, Nordstrom, and Porcini. I don’t have a photo of all of them together because have you ever tried to get a group photo of 9 rats? If Rodentia makes it to Round 3 I will Try.

As an adaptation to life in the desert, Australian Hopping Mice (genus Notomys) can concentrate their urine to as high as 10,000 mOsm/L (10-20 times higher than a human).

The Earless Water Rat (Crossomys moncktoni) is the most aquatically adapted rodent in the world. It has long hindfeet with completely webbed toes, strongly reduced forelegs, absent or invisible ears, very small eyes, and soft, waterproof fur. It resembles the Elegant Water Shrew (Nectogale elegans), another example of convergent evolution.

The Fancy Mouse is the domesticated form of the House Mouse (Mus musculus), which was domesticated in China sometime before 1,100 B.C. Today, Fancy Mice are available in dozens of different colors, markings, and coat types, and are popular for their small size and relatively inexpensive care.

Southern Giant Pouched Rats (Cricetomys ansorgei) are trained by the Tanzanian group APOPO ("Anti-Personnel Landmines Removal Product Development" in English) to sniff out land mines and detect tuberculosis with their highly developed sense of smell. The trained pouched rats are called HeroRATS. In 2020, a HeroRAT named Magawa received a People's Dispensary for Sick Animals Gold Medal, the animal equivalent of the George Cross, becoming the first rat to receive the award since the charity began honouring animals in 2003. Before retiring in 2021, Magawa detected 71 landmines and 38 items of unexploded ordnance, clearing over 2,421,880 sq ft (225,000 m2) of land in Cambodia during his 5-year career, preventing many deaths and injuries. Magawa died from natural causes at the age of 8 in 2022.

Prairie dogs (genus Cynomys) have a highly advanced language, with their alarm calls conveying information about not only the type of predator that’s been sighted, but also how big it is and how fast it’s approaching. Their calls contain information on whether a dog is a coyote, wolf, or domestic dog, with the colony changing their response depending on the predator. Their alarm calls even have language for the researchers studying them, and will change depending on the height and clothing color of the observing human.

168 species of rodent in 126 genera warrant conservation attention, but getting the public, and even scientists, to appreciate rodents is often an uphill battle, as many people associate rodents with the most familiar Brown Rats and House Mice. Since 76% of rodent genera contain only one species, much phylogenetic diversity could be lost with a comparatively small number of extinctions.

[mediumgayitalian]

“What are your parameters for loving me?”

Careful to keep her head locked forward, Naomi glances over at her son. Will’s picked-bloody fingernails scrabble at the worn bandage around his wrist, twisting until his knuckles turn white. The car shakes with his violently bouncing leg, out of time with the shuddering engine and rumbling dust roads under the wheels.

“There aren’t any.”

“There have to be — some.” The bandage is longer than she thought, unspooled in his lap. He winds it back up again quickly, hands blurring; darting around his wrist, tapping on his knees, flexing and locking, flexing and locking. “I mean, what if I became a misogynist?”

She snorts. “I think you’re good, honey.”

“No, Mom, what if? Think about it for real. You’d stop loving me, right?”

“I might knock you around a bit, but it’d pretty hard to stop loving you completely,” she teases. She pinches the stubbornly-clinging baby fat of his cheeks between her knuckles, ruffling his hair when he ducks away.

“Seriously, Mama.”

“I dunno, Will. I’d send you to work for your Auntie Di for a while, probably. Reckon she’d straighten you out good.”

“Okay.” He nods, twice to himself, chewing on his lip. The bandage is wrapped around his elbow, now, pulled tight enough that she can hear the groan of his joints. “Okay. What if I killed someone?”

“Be a pretty hefty secret for the two of us.”

“An innocent person. Cold blood, just because I wanted to.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I could, Mom. People are — unpredictable.” He picks at a hole in his shorts until it’s wide enough to slide three fingers through, pulling the bandage in after them. It looks yellowed next to the green of the fabric, worn. “Sometimes you think you know someone but you don’t.”

“I know you.”

She pushes on her turn signal, slowing to a near stop. Will’s twitching fingers unconsciously synch up, cri-tap, cri-tap, cri-tap. The rusted rims groan as her tires amble around the bend, quieting as she lurches forward. They both duck as she hits a pothole, narrowly avoiding the warped ceiling.

“Cold blood, Mama.”

“I’d — it would scare me, I guess.” The next few potholes are smaller — she can avoid them with some manoeuvring. A mouse darts out onto the road, rushing out from the surrounding cornfields, and she slams on the break, thrusting her arm out to the passenger side. Will’s hands come to cup over her forearm as he slams into it, grunting softly. The mouse sprints across the rest of the road, tail swishing behind it, disappearing into the stalks. She settles back into her seat, brushing across Will’s seatbelt as she does, and presses the gas again. “More for you than of you. For what would happen if someone came knocking.”

“You wouldn’t report it?”

“No I wouldn’t report it, Will, Jesus.”

“But I — but I did something evil.”

“This is a hypothetical, baby.”

“And in the hypothetical. You’re —” He scrubs his hand down his face, eyes squeezing shut. “You’re a good person. You have — morals.”

“I’m a person, Will.” The GPS beeps at her — twenty-five miles to the Tennessee border. “And I’m a mother before that.”

“So if I — you would just — just like that? You’d — forgive me?”

“I’d love you,” she corrects.

“But you wouldn’t forgive me.”

She shrugs. “Honestly? I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it.”

“So how do you know you’d still love me?”

“Because there’s nothing you could do, baby. I mean it.”

“Nothing?”

“Nothing.”

“Not even if I was a bully? Or a landlord? Or if I — liked boys?”

He says it quickly, or tries to, but he stumbles over his words, tripping over the syllables. Naomi sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, biting it hard.

“You would still love me, if I — if I —”

Keeping her movements steady, she removes her boot from the gas. Will glances, fast, at her tightening knuckles on the steering wheel, looking quickly away. She guides the car to the shoulder of the road, pulling into park, and kills the engine, unclipping her seatbelt and turning ninety degrees to face her son. Will crowds into the corner of the seat, hunching in on himself, shoulders tense and curling, hair failing over her lowered head.

“Oh, Will.”

His body shakes as she pulls him into her, hands trembling so bad they spasm, twitching out of the fists he makes. She shifts until both of her arms wrap tightly around her torso, ignoring the burn of the trench, tucking his forehead into her collarbone, dropping her lips to press against his temples, his cheeks, the crown of his head.

“It’s okay, baby.”

“It’s — not. I’m still, I can still —”

“Sh.” His tears drip onto her shirt, her skin. He chokes back a sob and she tightens, reflexively, pulling his whole body even closer to her, somehow, making space for his too-long legs, knees hitting his chest, feet dangling off the seat, gearshift shoved into his thigh. His chest heaves with the effort of keeping his cries locked up in his throat, hidden behind clenched teeth, squeezed shut eyes. His fingers cling onto her shirt, twisting the fabric so hard it warps. Her own fingers clutch desperately at the ridges of his spine, the inside of his elbow; squeezing, holding, bruising. His voice is rough as raw grit and reedy as pond scum, barely above a whisper.

“I like boys, Mama.”

“I heard you.” She rests her forehead on his shoulder, her own breaths shuddering. “I heard you, sweetheart.”

“I like — a boy.”

“Okay.”

“For a long time.”

Her swallow constricts her throat, shoving the air back in her lungs. How long, she cannot bring herself to ask — when was it, exactly, that he decided he could not trust her with this? When did she lose that privilege? Was it when he started protecting her from the pain in his life, or before? When he lost everyone close to him at once, or when he broke down and told her about it? When was she no longer the person he ran to when he was scared, nervous, afraid?

He used to come to her for everything.

“I love you,” she whispers, voice wet as it slides against the lump in her throat. She squeezes him again, and this time, he squeezes back, pressing his face into her skin. “Will Solace, you are what keeps me going, do you understand that? Come up here, baby, look at me.”

His eyes aren’t hers. He takes after his father, really; after his older brother once upon a time. But he speaks like she does and smiles like she does and stands like she does, and when he cries he gets that same look, like the ocean has emptied itself inside of him. She cradles both palms to his wet cheeks, thumbs pressing under his eyes, kissing his forehead, his cheekbones, wiping the tears away.

“Fifteen years long you’ve been the light of my life. I need you to understand that, Will. I have never loved anything like I love you and there will never be anyone who comes even close. There is no hypothetical, no situation, no anything that could change that. There are no parameters. None. You understand me?”

“Everything stops,” he croaks. “Everything has a limit.”

“Not me,” she says firmly. “You ain’t a baby no more, baby, but you’re gonna have to pretend for a moment that I know everything again. I am telling you that there is no boundary. And I am not giving you the option to disagree. You are my son and my sun and that’s final, Will. That’s final.”

His face crumples. She pulls him close again, sighing, letting him curl up in his lap like he’s ten years younger than he should be, instead of the ten years older he acts. She runs a hand through his knotted hair and another down his back and presses her lips to his temples, holding him every place she can reach, and rocks them, even though there’s no room to do it, humming slow and low under her breath.

“We’ll get there,” she promises, tapping a beat on his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his hair. “Okay?”

He nods into her neck. “Okay.” His voice is small but not cowering, thankfully; small like he’s hiding in her instead of from her. She fights the urge to sag into him, to burst into tears of her own.

“I love you, Will. No matter what and forever.”

“I love you too, Mama.”

[thrasherella]

Cat!hybrid girl seduces mouse!hybrid boy at a house party

...

She'd been with a rat before, but never a mouse, and he was definitely a mouse, no mistake. Those large, velvety soft looking round ears, short stature; he was a good foot shorter than her, and just a little bit chubby. So small, but so goddamn cute.

She couldn't help herself.

They had momentarily locked gazes from across the room at the party, pupils dilating in her bright green irises as a small smirk tugged the corners of her lips, whiskers twitching slightly as she maintained that contact with his deep brown eyes and made her way over to him, slinking her way through the small crowd of their friends gathered in the living room.

"Hey,"

"Hey."

She leaned in, supporting herself with her left forearm against the wall, looking down at him playfully. "Enjoying the party?" her fluffy, inky black tail gave a mischievous flick, wrapping around the side of her waist and brushing against his thigh lightly.

He was very clearly nervous, shrinking back against the wall, hands sweaty in his pockets as he looked up at her with a shy smile, a little electric thrum sparking at the spot her tail touched him. Holy shit she's hot, and she's a cat...keep it together man!

"Y-Yeah, just, hangin' out; how about you?" his own long, thin, sparsely haired tail thumped gently against the wall, and she gave a little chuckle, momentarily flashing those sharp canine teeth...

"Oh I'm having a great time," she leaned in closer, practically pressing her breasts into his face as his cheeks turned an adorable shade of pink, his gaze momentarily dropping to the cleavage popping out of her low cut top. "I can think of a few ways to make it even better though, if you wanna join me for some fun..."

...

A few minutes later she had him in the bathroom, stripping him of his dark hoodie and pulling down his pants, his cock already leaking precum as he sprung free of his fabric constraints. The blush never left his face as he stood somewhat awkwardly in his baggy white t-shirt, jeans around his ankles, his eager dick poking through his boxer shorts.

Fuck why was he so cute?!

"Well, what are you waiting for nerd? Put it in already..." she bullied him playfully, getting down onto all fours in front of him, tail now high in the air as she pulled her skirt up over the curve of her ass to expose her bare cunt to him; she never wore panties.

"Yeah, just like that...mmhmmm, aaall the way..." he followed her instructions, slowly pushing his surprisingly thick cock inside her tight, wet folds, his breath coming out in small pants and huffs.

"Mmmmm yeah, that feels sooo good...pump it in and out, just like that...do you think you can go harder? Oh fuck yeah, mmhmmm...right there, keep going..."